The Alpha's Bow

Elara's POV

The very next morning, the crisp autumn air bit at my cheeks as I pushed through the heavy glass doors of a bustling downtown café. Kyra was already waiting in our usual booth near the back window, nursing a steaming mug of black coffee. I slid into the seat across from her, dropping my bag onto the worn leather cushion with a heavy sigh. We had one definitive goal today. We needed to