Alpha Logan

The night was silent, the air thick with the scent of pine and the distant howls of wolves. I was in my study, going through some parchments on my desk. There were candles on the desk so that part of the room was fairly lit. 

A knock sounded on the door and I muttered a quiet “Come in,” without looking up from what I was reading. 

“Alpha,” my beta Elijah said, stepping into the room. “We just got wind of a certain information you might be interested in.”

And then I looked up from the parchment, my head snapping to him. “Speak!” He knew I hated it when...