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Pecan's pov
The knock on my door came just as I was finishing a long overdue nap. I had hoped for peace, but the urgent rapping sent my wolf stirring uneasily. Opening the door, I found a young pack member staring back at me, his expression tense.
"Alpha Paul requests your presence immediately," he said, not waiting for my acknowledgment before turning and disappearing down the corridor.
I sighed. This couldn't be good. My mind raced with possibilities as I made my way to Paul's office. What could he possibly want now? Was it about Stella? Evan? Or, worse, was it about us?
The heavy wooden door to Paul's office loomed before me, and I hesitated for a brief second before knocking.
"Come in," his voice called, low and rough.
When I stepped inside, the sight of him caught me off guard. Paul sat at his desk, his usual confident demeanor replaced with something raw,something vulnerable. His eyes flickered up to meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.
