Awakening The Sliver Wolf
I particularly sleep and eat in my office.
Ten minutes later, I was seating in front of my desk, with a laptop in front of me, face shaved, hair tied back, and eye bags taken care of.
The screen of my laptop flickered, revealing Alpha Hale—older but not yet decrepit, with graying hair that framed his face and a weathered complexion that spoke of years spent in the wild. His eyes, sharp and cautious, bore the weight of hard-won experience.
"Alpha Darius," Hale began, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of tension. He tried to hide it but a bit of bitterness slipped through his words by addressing me as alpha. "It’s good to finally speak with you directly. I trust your beta has fille