The Cursed Luna
Kieran leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping on the shiny table, his eyes fixated on the dull wooden architecture. The familiar noise of the warriors training buzzed in his ears.
"Alpha," Sam's voice jolted him from his thoughts. He glanced at the beta, his eyebrows quirked up. "The quota you requested," he said and pushed the document over to Kieran.
Kieran hummed and put it away dismissively. He was distracted, Sam could tell. So he grabbed a chair and sat down.
"I'll sign that later. What's the news?" he asked.
"We have the warriors searching far and wide, combing through every single forest looking for them, but honestly, Alpha, it's like they disappeared. There's been no hint of rogues. They've been at it for a week now and nothing," Sam relayed. Kieran groaned internally; it was the same news over and over again.