A God Amongst Wolves

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Word Count: 1833

~Venn

I rest my head in my hands, a terribly heavy weight pressing down on my shoulders.

My second in command, Zen, stands on the other side of my desk, expecting answers from me. Despite everything going relatively smoothly post treaty expiring, there is so much for me to still do.

I need to be the best possible Alpha for my pack members. I owe it to them.

"The borders are covered and the last of Kalix's men have been scared off," he explains stoically, his dark eyes tracing over his notes. "They won't be lurking anymore."

"Good." I rub my brow. "I need diplomats sent to his pack and others as soon as possible."

I would much rather wipe Kalix's pack off the map, but I'm biding my time. He's the closest pack to mine, and his lackey's have been sniffing around my border since I took over power.

Regardless, peace is far simpler than war, and the last thing I need is humans getting involved in our conflict.

"I think they need a reminder of who their Alpha King is," Zen brings up cautiously.

"I'll be doing a tour soon, when...when Alvera feels better about this situation." I sigh roughly.

Her and I need to complete the union before we can leave this pack. Being as close to me as she is, she's at risk. Plus, she's human, which is going to garner curiosity alongside people's wrath.

Humans aren't supposed to mingle with werewolves. Not according to the history of my pack, at least.

Alvera will always be in danger, and not just from outside sources.

She should fear me the most.

"She'll be a weak point if she's not ready," Zen states.

I wave him off. "She'll be fine. The Moon Goddess selected her for a reason."

"Of course, you're right—"

A figure suddenly hurries past my office and down the hallway. I catch the slightest glimpse of short, dark blonde hair and know exactly who it is.

Scrambling up from my seat, I nearly send Zen stumbling across the room as I push past him and into the hallway.

Alvera hastily walks away, turning a corner.

"Alvera, hey." I chase after her, managing to catch up despite her hurried steps. "Hey...everything okay?"

I grab her arm and she whirls around, tucking her hands behind her back. Her cheeks and neck are flushed, and there's the slightest sheen of sweat gathered on her skin. She's returned from her outing to the town.

"Huh? Oh yeah, everything is fine." She looks down the hallway, looking to make her exit.

Unfortunately for her, I want to speak to her. The less time she is in my presence, the deeper the itch digs into my skin. I'm trying to be reasonable, giving her space to go into town when I know how much danger she is truly in.

"How was town?" I lean my shoulder against the hallway wall, minding an oil portrait of one of my forefathers.

"Good. I got some work done." She adjusts her bag strap on her shoulder, shifting from foot to foot. "The library has been abandoned, so I think I'm going to get it up and running again."

"That sounds like a great idea—"

"I think I might move in there as well...full time," she says hesitantly, grimacing a little.