The Luna's footsteps hurriedly made their way across the floor, moving swiftly and echoing through the wide hall. In no time, she was at her son's office, her fists raised and knocking on the door with an impatience that was very unlike her.
When she heard the sound of Zephyr's voice telling her to come in, she entered the study and shut the door behind her. The Alpha's usual dark gaze welcomed his mother silently into the office before his lips did.
"Good morning, Mother," he greeted before turning his attention back to what was right in front of him—an open book.
The casual gesture—dismissing her fury with a turn of a page—made her anger curdle into something colder: dread.
She knew the mood Zephyr was using now. This was the Alpha, not her son.
