Logan POV.
I sat behind my massive mahogany desk, fingers steepled, eyes intently focused on the door. My office was a fortress of solitude adorned with relics of past battles and tokens of power—a testament to my authority as the Alpha. Yet, recent events concerning Luna stirred a mix of curiosity and suspicion within me, more so than usual.
A knock on the door pulled me from my reverie. “Enter,” I commanded, my voice echoing the weight of my position. The door opened, and Marcus, my trusted henchman, appeared. He bowed slightly, respect etched in his posture, clutching a folder—the contents of which I knew carried the weight of significant information.
“Alpha,” Marcus began, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of urgency as he stepped inside. He approached my desk and placed the folder before me. “I’ve gathered the information you requested on Luna.”