Jacob stood in Alpha Greyson's office, his eyes fixed on the map that lay open on the table. His heart beat faster as the pack leader pointed to a spot in the north.
The Alpha's eyes narrowed as he spoke. "I've been receiving troubling whispers of a pack of rogue werewolves prowling about in the treacherous north," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I need someone I can trust to investigate this matter and report back to me."
"Yes, Alpha," Jacob replied, his voice filled with unwavering loyalty.
The Alpha's face softened slightly as he continued. "But you must exercise caution," he cautioned. "Rumor has it that a fellow werewolf was slain by these savages not long ago."
"I understand, Alpha," Jacob affirmed, his gaze steady and resolute. "I shall not disappoint you."
With that, he turned to leave the Alpha's office, his mind already whirring with plans and strategies. But just as he was about to step out, he heard the Alpha's voice call him back, "Jacob!"
