Lenny
I sat behind Ramsey's massive oak desk, surrounded by towers of paperwork that seemed to multiply every time I blinked. Financial reports from three different packs, territorial dispute resolutions, reconstruction budgets for the territories damaged in the war with the Dark One—all of it requiring the Lycan Leader's attention, and all of it currently my responsibility.
And as always, Ramsey was gone again, with a woman.
And I—Lenny Stone, his eternal loyal Beta and reluctant secretary—was stuck up in his office.
I stared at the stack of documents in front of me, already feeling the throbbing in my temples. The chair squeaked as I leaned back and let out a groan.
"Son of a—"
My phone rang before I could finish the curse. I didn't need to check the caller ID.
"Circe," I answered, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Good morning to you, too, dearest brother," she chirped, the sound of crashing waves and seagulls in the background.
