The gentle sounds of footfall were awkward and heavy; Elijah raced through the pack house toward Bruce’s study.

The Beta had heavy bags under his eyes and appeared fatigued but there was a light of optimism in his eyes that was long forgotten.

He came to a halt before the pretty solid-looking oak door and had to pause for a few moments before he banged sharply on it.

As exhausted as Elijah sounded Bruce’s voice reverberating from within felt like issuing the words out. "Enter. "

The instant Elijah came to the room Bruce seemed to be the main point of concentration in complaint.

The Alpha seemed to be somewhat...