Grayson's eyes bulged in surprise and he kept opening his mouth, sweat was running down his temple.

"Adira, it- it's not... My father is dead," he stammers. I only carried my bag and looked back at him over my shoulder.

"You owe me no explanation, we all have different ways to mourn. By the way, I need to talk to you once you're done here," I glanced at the omega wolf before leaving the room and going to the garden.

This pack still needed a leader and Grayson was trained his whole life for the position. I may not like him but I had to do what's right by these...