The Alpha’s Power Play
So what does my alpha power have to execute to make that meeting happen fast?
Phone device still gripped tight in my claw, my fingers dial the direct number of the driver wolf who was operating her car. “Hey, the voice is me.” The driver starts to tell my ears that Rowan got out of the passenger seat, but my deep voice cuts his tongue off fast. “Yeah, yeah, my brain knows the data. My voice needs your claws to, uh…” My chest takes a brief beat to calculate. The male wolf represents a body on my personal payroll, and his frame will execute whatever my title asks, but for once in my history, instead of using my alpha power however my mind sees fit, my soul wants to be absolutely sure my hands
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