Nestor’s POV
I received a call from Lista asking for permission to bring a friend of theirs. She-wolf from Egypt who needs a pack to stay and start over. “Fine, bring her, but you know the procedure.” I sternly replied to him and hung up. ‘Deacon. Vixon, I need you both in my office in three hours. We have someone coming with Lista, so we must assess her.’ I mind-linked them. My wolf Zeuxis was giving me headaches with his pacing. ‘You are giving me a headache with your pacing?’ I growled.
‘Sorry man, something is making me unsteady and I don’t know what it is.’ He replied in agitation.
I have been an Alpha of the strongest pack in Europe and took over from my late father since I was 20. He was brutally ambushed and killed when he was on his way to meet with the Kostov pack in Bulgari
