(Alpha Nolan)
I scrubbed my face looking at my desk. Piles of things that I had to do and so much more had to be done before the conference, even though it was months away.
A sharp knock came at my door, and I debated ignoring it. It would be someone else coming in with another task to add to my endless list. I knew being Alpha would be hard, and I thought I was ready for it, but I felt like I was barely treading water; each year brought more responsibilities.
Paperwork, pack treaties, contracts, housing assignments, it was all so tedious.
The knock came again, louder this time.
“Come in,” I grumbled.
A bulky, serious-looking man I didn't recognize was led in by my Beta Issac. I sat back, waiting for him to be introduced.
“This is a messenger sent from Crescent Moon.” Issac mot
