Beta Gary
I sat in the conference room of the Crest Moon Pack's mansion, my palms slightly sweaty as I waited for Alpha Zoren to arrive. The early morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the polished wooden table. The weight of my mission pressed upon me, and I knew I had to tread carefully to convey my concerns about my daughter, Maurice.
Alpha Zoren entered the room with his customary air of authority, his sharp eyes assessing the situation. "Beta Gary, why are you here so early?" he inquired, taking a seat opposite me.
I cleared my throat, a bit nervous about broaching such a delicate subject. "Alpha Zoren, I've come to discuss something important regarding my daughter, Maurice," I began, choosing my words carefully. "I believe it's time we addressed the
