Third Person

The former alpha Jay's study was bathed in a warm glow as Chassy entered, her footsteps echoing in the quiet room. The seasoned alpha looked up from his desk, his eyes filled with a paternal concern that spoke of years spent guiding and protecting his pack.

"Daddy Jay," Chassy began her voice, a blend of weariness and determination. She settled into a chair, the weight of recent events pressing on her shoulders.

He regarded her with a knowing gaze. "What's on your mind, dear?"

She took a moment, collected her thoughts, and then recounted the conversation with Silas in their secluded meeting place. As she spoke, Daddy Jay...