The alpha groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He picked up another book from the pile on his table and flipped through the pages distractedly. At this point, he couldn't force his brain to stay focused. His body needed sleep, but his spirit was in need of answers.

The whole pack house was deathly quiet as everyone has gone to bed except him. His sharp wolf ears could pick out the crickets that chirped in the grasses outside, and the soft breeze that rustled the trees behind the window of the Alpha's Library.

He swiveled around in the chair to face the window behind him and looked out at the...