Every Man's Got to Have an Identity
Arthur's POV:
After I left the house, I drove my car to my office, going straight to the meeting room.
Elias and Tony were already there when I entered. Elias leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and his sharp eyes focused on me, while Tony sat nearby, scribbling something in his notebook. The man always looked calm and serious with work, as if nothing in the world could shake him. It made sense—he was the pack’s gamma and a highly respected lawyer in town. He dealt with dangerous legal matters every day.
“Alpha,” Elias greeted, his voice low and steady as he moved to the table, drawing out a chair for me before taking a seat in the third chair. “I got the information you asked for.”
I nodded and gestured for him to continue, taking the sea
