Chapter 25: Fool's cure

ATLAS'S POV.

As I stood there in my study, still brooding over my uncontrolled desires for Nyx, Savio walked in with a stack of papers in his hand.

He stood before me, dressed in his customary black leather attire, his boots polished to a high shine. His shirt was buttoned up to the collar, emphasizing his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms, which were adorned with an array of tattoos that seemed to dance beneath the flickering light of the torches that lined the walls.

Around his neck, he wore a thick silver chain, from which dangled a small, intricately carved wolf pendant. The pendant seemed to gleam in the dim light, its silver surface catching the flickering flames and reflecting them back like a thousand tiny stars.

"Good evening, Alpha. I have some reports here on the status of the pack that I thought you might want to see," he said, his voice chipper and bright.

I grunted in response, barely acknowledging his presenc