A man sat down behind a huge mahogany desk deep in thought. “Why have I been unable to see that girl again?” he thought to himself.

“It's pretty annoying and frustrating having someone in your arms and the next minute, you have no idea where the person is.” He said to himself with a sigh.

“What seems to be the problem alpha?” his beta asked.

Looking up from his table, the eyes of Dean rested on the figure of Lucas, his Beta. Lucas had been his best friend since he was born. It's been said that they were basically born holding each other's hands so it came as no surprise...