Magnus's Study
Magnus sat at his large oak desk, the golden light of the morning sun spilling over countless documents scattered across its surface. He was meticulously reviewing plans for strengthening the pack's defenses and solidifying alliances. Despite the weight of leadership resting on his shoulders, there was a lightness to his demeanor today. Aria's recovery had ignited a spark of hope in his heart, making even the most tedious tasks bearable.
The soft sound of footsteps caught his attention, and he looked up to see Regan entering the room. The younger man had grown into a confident and capable Gamma, but the boyish warmth in his eyes hadn't faded. Magnus smiled, setting his pen down.
"She wants to see you," Magnus said simply, his voice filled with fondness.
Regan's face lit up like the morning sun. "She does?" he asked, his excitement barely contained.