Chapter 114 Hundred And Fourteen

• RYAN’S POV
• I was buried in work inside the pack house, maps and border reports spread across the long table in front of me. The recent sightings of lone wolves along our perimeter weren’t something I could ignore. Usually, they came one by one—angry, desperate, dangerous but today was different. Derek’s voice hit through the mind-link, quick and firm, *“Alpha, they’re here.”*
• I rolled my shoulders, pushed my chair back, and gripped the wheels of my chair, moving out toward the main hall. The air shifted as soon as I entered guards standing straighter, omegas bowing their heads. And there they were. A male wolf, tall but worn down by years of surviving outside a pack, his mate standing close to him, and a tiny pup pressed tightly to her mother’s leg, peeking out at me with wide, uncertain eyes.