His answering chuckle vibrated against my back. "I'm glad to hear it, little wolf."
(Henry's POV)
Something was definitely wrong with Alpha Connor Rivers.
I stood in his office at Rivers Pack Headquarters, delivering my usual morning report on pack business. Normally, the Alpha listened with intense focus, interrupting frequently with critical questions or demands for clarification.
Today, however, he sat behind his desk with a soft smile playing on his lips. His ice-blue eyes, typically sharp and assessing, held an unusual tenderness that I'd never witnessed before.
Had someone possessed my boss?
"The negotiations for the alliance with the Northern packs are proceeding as planned," I continued, watching him carefully. "Their representatives have requested a preliminary meeting next
