Contacting the Heavy Hitters

Gregory Wolversen was sitting on the floor of his office. His young twins were having an enjoyable time terrorizing several toys with him. Aireka, his mate, and Luna were attempting to teach their elder pup, Evan, how to clean his room because she felt it wasn’t up to their Den Mother to clean his private spaces.

Actually, Evan was his nephew and half-brother to the twins. But he’d adopted him. It was all good for now, at least.

Of course, once he was firmly planted on the floor and comfortable, his phone rings and it’s never close enough. It’s about five feet away on his desk.

Perfectly timed as usual, Jeff, the Black River Pack Beta, entered the large study.

“Jeff. Perfectly timed, toss me my phone. It’s on the desk.”

“That is not something I ever expected to see in here.” He was laughing as he limped over to the desk and tossed the ringing phone to his Alpha.

“I didn’t expect to have a mate, let alone pups. Plans change. Wolversen.” G