Asher
Noah and Logan were waiting outside my father’s study as I headed back to the Alpha House. It was clear from the look on their faces that it couldn’t be good. But I couldn’t care any less. In fact, it would be good for my father to not test me now.
“Any hints?” I sullenly demanded from my brothers. They both shrugged in response.
“See for yourself,” Logan said. I scowled and then, bracing myself, opened the door and stalked inside. My father was peering into something that seemed like very, very old…scripts? From what I could see, they looked like brittle pieces of paper, the color turning yellowish with age.
“You wanted to see me?” I asked. My father looked up, no prominent expression on his handsome face except for the usual somberness.
“Alpha Helius called,” he stated, as
