Page 6 of A Wolf's Heart

The click was the only sign that Rainor had ended the call. I finished getting dressed, walking back out to the master bedroom to slip my shoes on before striding toward the kitchen.

I put my phone into my pocket and was strapping on my wristwatch when the smell of breakfast hit me.

A place setting with eggs and spinach Benedict on an English muffin, fresh fruit, and a glass of orange juice sat waiting for me at the expansive dining table. Emma was pouring tea just as I arrived and sat a newspaper in front.

She jumped when she saw me, biting her lip and quickly scurrying out of the way. “Where’s my itinerary? I shouldn’t even have to be asking for it.” I sat down and began eating.

“Yes, Alpha. Sorry.”

God, that woman was going to die if I didn’t make this interaction quick. She was so easily intimidated.

Emma placed a tablet in front of me, and I began scrolling through the schedule. “What’s the meeting with the city police?” I asked. I hadn’t seen that there last night.

“I had to add it in, sorry. They, um—”

“Spit it out.”

She took a deep breath. “They’ve been trying to have a meeting with you all weekend.”

“I know. What importance is this to me? Weylin can handle it.”

“Yes, he did meet with them but was told they had to see you.” She stammered through her explanation, looking pale.

Weylin hadn’t told me this. I searched our link, just to find him still sleeping. I finished eating and left the dining room without another word from my luna. I would see her later at the office.

The luna of the pack was supposed to be strong, confident, powerful. She was supposed to be my other half, except I didn’t need another half. I chose Emma from Awlen Pack because she seemed like the kind of wolf that would stay out of my way.

I buried myself in my home office for the next hour while the sun slowly made its way over the mountains. I found myself staring out the window at the city below. Barely daybreak, and the ants were rushing in. Traffic thickened, humans getting from one point to another in their mundane life, with no clue of the war that waged around them. They really were just tools, pawns for large corporations, sheep for stronger blood.

I could feel Rainor’s presence before Weylin’s. I gathered my supplies and left the office, heading to the elevator in the penthouse lobby.

“What is so difficult to understand about not one minute sooner?” Rainor asked the moment the elevator door opened. He stood in his black suit, finely pressed, clean-cut, looking every bit the neurotic professional he was.

Weylin, on the other hand, gave me an instant headache. I walked up to him, a lazy grin spreading on his face. “I wore a tie.”

“It’s Rain’s tie, there are no wrinkles in it.” I reached up and straightened my second beta’s tie as the elevator descended. The fact that Rain hadn’t fixed it before me told me he was annoyed that I disobeyed him this morning.

Weylin hadn’t come from our pack; he was adopted. Found through the link that was formed between us, he was a mess that Rain and I were always cleaning up. But he was a scrapper, a good fighter, and one of only two wolves I trusted to have my back.

Weylin drove while Rain and I sat in the back. “What’s this meeting with the task force? I thought I asked you to handle it,” I said to Weylin.

“Sorry, boss. I showed up, and they were adamant it was a case for the pack leader. I did some digging, and a few bodies showed up at a park, hearts missing. It’s not our territory, though.”

“Whose is it?” I asked.

Weylin raised a shoulder.

I turned my attention to Rainor. “I want to know who owns the territory before the meeting this afternoon. This is nothing but a waste of my time, and I intend to let them know.”

He nodded and pulled out his tablet.

The rest of the morning passed by as usual. Rainor remained my diligent second hand while Weylin followed my every move. Not that a guard was really needed. No one dared to go after me, since wolves and humans alike parted the moment I stepped into their presence.

Emma briefly came into my office, delivering our lunch, before quietly exiting.

“For a luna, you don’t have her doing many luna activities,” Weylin said as he ate his meal.

“Making her luna was to give binding properties among our packs, as well as bring reassurance to our pack the bloodline would carry on. Her next heat, I will lay with her to produce offspring.” Though I feared she may be a dud; she hadn’t produced the last two heats.

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