Boris sighed as he found himself being swamped with work as the newly reestablished Alpha of the Night Crawler pack. The days after the trial had been hectic, but after all was said and done, he got his former position back, and with it, came the power and the responsibilities that he once held before he was exiled in the first place.
Unfortunately, being the Alpha meant that the responsibilities he now held were magnified tenfold. And with it, came the paperwork.
"Ugh…" Boris groaned into his desk, mountains upon mountains of paperwork stacked against him despite his constant efforts at keeping them at bay. "I'll run out of ink on my pen at this rate… Why in the hell is everything so cluttered anyway?"
