Back at BloodFall Pack…
A guard hurried down the stone corridor and stopped before Beta Devon’s temporary study, knocking sharply before pushing the door open.
Inside, Devon sat behind a wide oak desk same with Draven’s desk—though the Alpha’s own study remained sealed and untouched until his return. Beside him, Gamma Phil stood near the window, quill in hand, carefully filling out the pack’s latest security report, his expression focused and severe.
“Beta Devon,” the guard greeted, bowing deeply. “Gamma Phil.”
Devon gave a brief nod in acknowledgment. Phil barely spared him a glance, only inclining his head slightly, unwilling to lose his concentration.
“A letter has arrived,” the guard continued, stepping forward to present a sealed parchment. “From Crestmoon Pack.”
Devon accepted
