Decree of Exile

Camilla's POV

The Alpha's office smelled like old leather and pine, the kind of smell that sticks around long after the man who owns it has left. It was the smell of years of meetings that went on until the moon went down, of signing contracts by candlelight, and of choices that changed the lives of everyone in our pack.

The big desk in front of me had the weight of that history. The edges were sm