The Lost Hybrid (2)

Davian returned to the packhouse, his stride quick and confident, as he headed in the direction of Aila's office. It was at this time that she left her office free for anyone to walk into from 11am to 1pm. 

It was like a drop-in session for anyone who had issues within the pack to come and find her. As the Luna, it was her responsibility to make sure everyone was happy and comfortable, as well as the usual protection and best interests of the pack. While it was the Alpha's job to protect the pack, have their best interests at heart and make sure everyone fell in line. Though Davian knew Aila and Damon weren't the most traditional anyway.

This was a good way for pack members to complain to Aila, though. No wonder she strictly kept it to a two-hour session for anyone to drop in. It must be a headache, especially if the issue was something ridiculous. Davian had heard a few conversations in passing. Some of them really did act like preschoolers.