Paul's pov
The early morning air was crisp and carried the faint scent of dew-covered grass. I stood on the palace steps, surveying the gathering crowd. Warriors, pack members, and alpha delegates from neighboring clans were assembling, their voices blending into a low hum of anticipation. The camping retreat was meant to be a bonding experience, especially for our young leaders like Noah, but I wasn't particularly excited about playing the role of organizer.
Instead, I found myself scanning the crowd for one person. Pecan.
She was late, as usual. I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay patient, but my wolf was restless. He didn't like waiting for her, even if he wouldn't admit it outright.
"Alpha, shall we wait a little longer?" one of the organizers asked hesitantly, noticing my simmering annoyance.
"No," I said curtly, my tone leaving no room for argument. "We've waited long enough. Everyone, mount up. We're leaving now."
