Alpha OswaldI rubbed a weary hand over my eyes, the scent of damp earth and frustration clinging to me like a second skin. The polished mahogany of my office desk offered little comfort, its pristine surface a stark contrast to the maelstrom churning within me. Across from me, my beta, Ethan, sat ramrod straight, his face an impassive mask, but the tremor in his hand, as he reached for his coffee mug, betrayed his disquiet.“So", I rasped, my voice rough from countless hours spent strategizing with the pack's elders, "we're at an impasse. These bloody rogues keep appearing from nowhere, they just survey the borders like they're planning and preparing for something or someone, the council is clueless, councilman Otto is getting on my last nerves with his ludicrous suggestion, and our patrols are stretched thinner than a starving spider's web yet we haven't been able to uncover a single thing about these darn rogues."Dropping his mug, “I’m still surprised that Otto is still in the cou
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