Alpha Reynolds
I had spent the better part of the morning trying to concentrate on the mundane logistics of running the Diamond Moon Pack, but my focus was shot. The source of my agitation? My wolf, Titus, had been an absolute wreck.
Titus, what is wrong with you, boy? I mentalized, scrubbing a hand over my jaw. The sheer, crackling energy radiating from him was making my skin crawl. It wasn't anxiety or fear; it was a potent, barely contained anticipation, like a thousand-year-old dam about to burst.
You will see, Jackson. Soon. Very soon. His voice in my head was a deep, gravelly rumble, unusually secretive even for him. Titus was known for being enigmatic. He was large, even for an Alpha wolf, but his coloring was truly unusual: he wasn't the typical dominant black. Titus was a brill
