Marching into the waiting area of my office, I glowered at Violet. She only lifted one eyebrow. God forbid she showed any fear of me, the Alpha. Anyone else would cower under my famous cold, death-promising stare, but not Violet Knox, my Beta’s sister. She was like a little sister to me too. Hence, my bark was deadlier than my bite when it came to her, and she knew it.
“Hey, Cole,” she chirped.
I kept my scowl in place, but already my heart softened with affection. She was so adorably annoying. “Violet, this had better be good. I told you I was busy.”
“Yeah, I know.” She glanced at the hallway leading to the bathrooms and lowered her voice. “You were in a meeting with my brother and the others, discussing pack business or whatever.”
“Or whatever? That’s very important business. Business that keeps all of our hides safe. It isn’t or whatever.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know, but this is important, too.” She enthusiastically waved me over.
Stifling a groan, I obliged and approached the desk. Violet wasn’t really our full-time receptionist. That job belonged to Margaret, one of the older ladies of our pack, but she was visiting her daughter in Texas for a couple of weeks. Her daughter attended college in Houston, something I didn’t like.
Younger members, especially females, so far away from the safety of the pack made me antsy. However, I was trying to modernize our ways—direct our rules and laws away from the more old-fashioned, sometimes oppressive values of pack life. So, if the youth chose a university away from home, I let them go and gave financial aid if necessary.