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It was a Wednesday. I hated Wednesdays. Turning back to my desk, I stared at the three piles of paperwork stacked in order of importance. I only started despising it recently - more precisely - since my pack began forcing me to spend Wednesdays in the office, claiming I was falling behind on ‘important matters’.
I knew admin was a substantial part of any Alpha’s duties, but it irked me. To make things worse, I wasn’t particularly good at it. Hell, most of the time I felt like I was screwing up, misplacing documents that should have been stored safely and missing deadlines. I was absolutely useless behind a desk. Surely someone else could do this for me. I’d asked before, but I’d have to do it again, use my Alpha voice if needed.
Behind me, the clock chimed another hour. I swivelled around in my chair, flicking the kettle’s switch and stared out of the window, waiting for the water to boil. My wolf bugged me to let him out, hating the indoors as much as I did, possibly more.
Alpha? A border patrol’s deep voice sounded in my mind.
“Yeah?” I replied, trying not to sound too bored, the word ending in a yawn.
Alpha, we’ve found a woman crossing the border at the north-western corner.
I waited for him to continue. Eventually, I asked, “and?”
And-uh, she’s a wolf Alpha. A strong one.
I rubbed a hand over my face, groaning, “so? What about it? Which pack is she from?”
We don’t know, sir.
I slammed a hand onto the armrest. He wasted my time and slowly warmed my blood with his stupidity. “Well, find out and send her on her way, you know how it works. Why bother me with this crap when you know which protocol to follow? Are you new? Is that it? Who’s running with you? Is it Patrick?”
Uh-no, sir. And I know how the protocol works, but…
“But what?”
It's an Alpha female sir. She’s badly injured and mumbling a string of nonsense.
I frowned at that.
“Is she alone?”
Yes, sir.
Okay, that was unusual. “Fine, bring her in.” I got up, pulling a mug from the shelf
Uh-sir?
Almost bursting an artery and slamming the mug onto the counter, I spat, “what?”
The link between us trembled. Should I take her to the infirmary or the cells?
Pinching the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index finger, I asked, “Can she walk?”
Yes sir, but barely.
“Is she bleeding?”
Yes.
“How much?”
He hesitated. There’s a lot of blood, sir. Old and new.
“The infirmary then.”
Yes, Alpha.
“And have her watched at all times.”
Yes, Alpha.
Mixing boiling water with my favourite dark roast and a single teaspoon of sugar, I pulled the spoon from the steaming liquid and popped it in my mouth. Bitter coated my tongue as I licked the spoon clean and placed it back into a glass ramekin. Maybe there was hope for this day after all.
