Death Glare

It was just after six in the morning when Ivory rolled over and her hand landed on an empty place. The sheet was still warm and Ivory realized Cullen had just vacated the bed. She woke up when he joined her an hour before having been up most of the night with pack business, and in two hours he would be overseeing the trial. She lifted her head from the black silk pillow and looked across the room at him. “Do you have time to shower with me?” Her voice was soft. She could see the stress etching his eyes.

Cullen was looking in the closet, trying to decide which shirt to wear. Did he wear the white button-down or the blue one? He was the hosting Alpha. Normally he would be the chairman, but since part of his pack were witnesses he stepped down and allowed the other Alpha Council members to take charge. His duty was to provide protection and support.

The stern look that had been clinging to his features shifted when he heard her tender voice. “There is nothing I want more tha