PERSEFONE POV
Sixteen years later
If someone had told me sixteen years ago that running an entire f*****g pack would eventually involve mediating disputes over parking spaces, confiscating illegal fireworks from teenagers, and explaining to a grown-ass wolf why he couldn't keep a goat in his apartment, I might have reconsidered the whole Alpha thing.
Not the pack itself, obviously. I loved Inferno, and I was ridiculously proud of what Penny and I had built here.
But the paperwork?
The paperwork could go f**k itself.
"Absolutely not," I told the man sitting across from my desk.
He frowned. "But Alpha, she's a very well-behaved goat."
"Wonderful. I'm sure she's an absolute delight at parties. She's still not living in the residential complex."
"She's house-trained."
"She's eating
