LOGINTimothy's POVThe morning after our first council meeting, I woke up to Penelope sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed."We need to talk," she says.My stomach drops. Nothing good ever starts with those words. "Okay. What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong," Penelope says, she turns to face me fully. "But we need to establish some ground rules. For how we're doing this.""Doing what?" I ask, sitting up."Being Alpha and Luna," she explains. "Leading together. Because yesterday in that council meeting, you made decisions about my role without asking me first."I think back. "You mean when I put you in charge of economic development?""Yes," Penelope confirms. "I appreciate the trust, but you should have asked me privately first. Not announced it in front of everyone."She's right, i got excited and steamrolled over her input. Again."I'm sorry," I say. "You're right. I should have asked.""It's not just about asking," Penelope continues. "It's about how we function as partners. I nee
Penelope pov Elena stands and distributes folders to everyone. "Over the past years, Marcus Blackthorn embezzled approximately four million plus dollars from pack funds."Gasps echo around the table, few of the naive pack members stunned."Four million," Thomas Gray repeats, stunned. "How did no one notice?""He controlled the accounting," Elena explains. "Falsified records, bribed auditors, intimidated anyone who questioned discrepancies.""Where did the money go?" Sarah Reed asks."Personal accounts mostly," Elena says. "Some went for bribes. Some to offshore investments. We're still tracing all of it.""Can we recover it?" Ethan asks."Some," Elena confirms. "The Council has frozen Marcus's assets. But much of it is already spent or hidden too well to find.""What does this mean for the pack budget?" I ask.Elena looks at Timothy. "It means you're inheriting a financial mess. The pack is technically solvent, but barely. Many programs will need to be cut or scaled back.""What kind
Penelope's POVI wake up to find Timothy already gone from bed.Again.I check the clock. Five thirty in the morning. He's been doing this for three days now, ever since he became Alpha.I find him in the cabin's small office, surrounded by papers. He's wearing reading glasses I didn't know he owned and looks exhausted."Did you sleep at all?" I ask from the doorway.He jumps slightly, then relaxes when he sees me. "A few hours. Couldn't turn my brain off."I walk over and look at what he's working on. Pack financial records, personnel files, legal documents. It's overwhelming just looking at it."You can't do this alone," I say gently. "You'll burn out in a week.""I know," Timothy admits. He rubs his eyes under the glasses. "But I need to understand everything before I start making changes. Need to know who I can trust."I sit on the edge of the desk. "Have you eaten?""Coffee counts as food, right?" he asks with a tired smile."No," I say firmly. "Come on. Breakfast first, then wor
Timothy pov What if I screw it up? What if I'm not strong enough, smart enough, good enough?"Stop spiraling," Penelope says without taking her eyes off the road."How did you know?" I ask."I can feel it through the bond," she explains. "Your anxiety is leaking through. Also, you're doing that thing where you tap your fingers."I look down. She's right. I'm tapping the car door nervously."Sorry," I mutter."Don't apologize," she says. "Just breathe. One thing at a time. Right now, we focus on your mother. Everything else can wait."She's right. As always.We pull up to a small private facility. It's nothing like the horrible institution Marcus kept my mother in. This place looks warm and welcoming.Elena meets us at the entrance. "She's in room twelve, towards the floor. She knows you're coming.""How is she?" I ask."Better," Elena says. "The doctors say she was heavily sedated at the other place. They're weaning her off slowly. She's more alert now but still fragile.""Does she k
Timothy pov I nod thanks to her. "My third priority is transparency. No more secret deals. No more hidden accounts, no more political games played in dark corners. Pack finances will be public. Leadership decisions will be explained. If you have concerns, you'll have the right to voice them.""That's chaos!" someone protests. "An Alpha needs authority!""An Alpha needs trust," I counter. "And trust requires transparency. I won't rule through fear. I'll rule through respect."The crowd is divided now. Half seem cautiously hopeful. The other half looks ready to riot."I know some of you think I'm too young," I say. "Too inexperienced. Maybe even too weak because I didn't kill Marcus when I had the chance."I let that hang in the air for a moment."You might be right," I admit. "I don't have all the answers. I'm going to make mistakes. But I promise you this: I will always put the pack first. Not myself, not my friends, not my family. The pack."I look directly at Penelope when I say th
Timothy's POVI wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon.For a second, I forget everything. Then the pack bonds hit me like a wave. Eight hundred voices, eight hundred emotions, all demanding attention.I groan and press my face into the pillow."Still bad?" Penelope asks. She's sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a coffee cup."Less overwhelming than yesterday," I admit. "But still there. Like white noise I can't turn off.""Ethan says it takes a few days to learn how to filter properly," Penelope says as she hands me the coffee. "Drink this. You have a big day ahead."Right, the pack address. My first official act as Alpha.I sit up carefully. My body aches but the worst injuries have healed overnight. Wolf healing is faster for Alphas, apparently."What time is it?" I ask."Nine," Penelope says. "Pack meeting is at noon. Elena sent a message this morning. Everyone's required to attend.""How many people are we expecting?" I ask, sipping the coffee."Maybe six hundred," Penelop
Timothy's POV Penelope leaves to gather supplies for tonight, saying we'll need privacy and preparation. I don't ask for details because my mind is too busy replaying what she told me about Dad—how he put his hands on her, threatened her, burned her mother's house while the Council charges hang ov
Timothy's POVI wake up to find Penelope asleep in the chair beside my bed. Her head is tilted at an angle that's going to give her a serious neck ache. One hand rests on the mattress near mine. Close but not touching.The afternoon light makes her hair glow. I've spent months avoiding looking at h
Penelope's POVThe Wintermoon brothers are waiting in the hallway when I finally leave Timothy's room to get coffee. All three of them—Kane leaning against the wall with deceptive casualness, Drake pacing like a caged animal, and Ryder sitting in one of the waiting room chairs looking bored.I cons
Penelope Pov"He's already paying." I pick up my coffee, turning to face them. "He's literally dying because of what he did. How much more payment do you want?""Justice," Ryder says, his eyes flashing. "Real consequences for his actions.""He testified against his father," I say, ticking off point







