Not My Circus, Not My Grandmas

Declan

The glow of the monitor paints the war room. My voice is hoarse from repeating the same message to Alpha after Alpha: I am coming. Prepare your pack. Expect me soon. Some answer with obedience. Some hesitate. None refuse.

The screen goes black again, and I roll my shoulders, wolf restless beneath my skin. There’s no satisfaction in this, only grim necessity.

The door swings open without a k