Lucien slowly flipped through the pages of a research file, reviewing data on a new drug his pack's medical team had developed to help young wolves manage the intensity of their ruts and heats.
The subtle shift in the air caught his attention first. He caught the distinct sweetness of Leia's scent a second before a soft knock sounded at the door. The door creaked open slightly, and she peeked into the office.
"Can I come in?"
"You never usually ask," Lucien reminded her, a faint trace of amusement in his voice.
She bit her lip nervously and stepped inside, watching him close the file and set it squarely on the desk.
"Did my uncle say something to you earlier?" she inquired, shifting her weight.
