The villa perched halfway up the mountain radiated quiet dominance, the kind only a Presgrave residence could hold. I felt the pull of pack instincts as my phone buzzed a call from my grandmother. Her tone was warm yet commanding, the kind only an Alpha matriarch could wield. She reminded me that my beloved grandson, Nigel, was returning tomorrow and that I was to fetch him. Lunch at the Presgrave Residence would follow.
I agreed with a measured nod, even though she couldn't see me. My pack sense tingled, the anticipation of family and old bonds stirring deep within. I handed the task to my assistant, asking her to send over Nigel's flight information. Ten o'clock tomorrow it was precise, and I made a mental note to be punctual. Pack loyalty demanded nothing less.
