I have been very busy lately with work, judging from pack internal affairs that needed my attention, to the threat from unknown people hanging over our heads like a butcher knife, and the upcoming wolf ceremony. Everything was choked and jam-packed, leaving me no room for rest or for myself. Argon had been growling at me, insisting I go check up on my mate. I hadn’t seen her since our last encounter, and every fiber of my being screamed to go see her. But being the stubborn Alpha I was, I resisted, burying myself in more work to distract myself.
"I don’t have time for leisure or frivolities," I convinced myself.
The Lycan council chairmanship election was fast approaching, and I needed to be at my A-game to clinch it. I couldn’t afford romance, and that was exactly why she was here. Spea
