Silence was the first thing Grayson observed immediately he awoke. Black Ridge was never this quiet. Wolves were already making their way through the camp somewhere outside. Gravel crunched under boots. Within their stalls, horses moved. The early morning air was filled with distant voices. However, the silence was different.The silence of a leader. The kind that preceded tough choices. Grayson rubbed his face while seated on the edge of his bed. The space was uncomplicated.A desk.A closet.A small bookcase.Nothing pompous.Nothing unnecessary.The pack, not the man in charge, had always owned the Alpha House. Grayson liked it that way, at least. There was a knock on the door.Three knocks.Damon."Come in."The Beta came in with a pile of reports. "You look terrible."The reports were accepted by Gr
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