AZRAEL
"What do I have you for if I have to do everything in this castle?" I sigh, pulling on a robe.
"I'm already doing everything," he corrects, proceeding to drop a stack of papers on my desk. "This, however, is something that you personally have to deal with. After killing off a certain someone's daughter and disrupting the already fragile balance we had with packs that were just barely following orders, you've now set off another inciting incident—a revolt brewing in the shadows amongst the alphas. One you have to deal with before things get messy."
"What do I care? We can just kill them off, appoint new heads. I've done it before." I wave him off, not in the mood to work until I feel better.
His scowl deepens.
"We both know that doesn't work the way you think it does," he argues.
I ignore his outburst, moving to the mini fridge in my bedroom for something else—something stronger—to distract myself with until he's gone and I can call in another group of women.
