Luca's POV
I walked in silence, my boots carrying me through the familiar corridors of the Alpha's hall. Each step echoed through the stone walls, but I paid no attention to the sound. My mind was a storm.
A mess of emotions and responsibilities I couldn't afford to ignore. I needed clarity, and for me, that only came through structure—through control. The best way to quiet the storm was to drown myself in work.
I pushed open the doors to my personal office. The scent of parchment and aged wood hit me like home. The long obsidian table stretched across the room with old maps and new plans scattered across it, corners curled, stained with ink, sweat, and decisions made in blood. I sat down heavily at the head of the table and exhaled slowly, willing the chaos inside me to settle.
There was no room for distractions. Not now.
Not with everything we had to rebuild.
