MIRABETH’S POV There was a heap of paperwork on my desk, and it seemed to grow in size every time I looked away. I stared at it, irritation growing within me while my fingers tapped harshly against the polished wooden surface of the desk. My head throbbed with a dull ache. The documents were stacked unevenly at every part of the table.Reports from patrols, requests to get new supplies, territory disputes, even registration for new rogue wolves that wanted to join the pack, food inventories, training schedules, and other matters that didn’t concern me one bit.Back when I was still at Amreth’s pack, I never had to deal with this kind of work. Everything was handled for me. If there was a problem, it was fixed immediately. If our supplies were running low, they were restocked without hesitation. If warriors needed organising for their training session, then someone else did it.Now, I was the Alpha of my own territory, and apparently, it meant drowning in a mountain of paperwork every
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