Ramsey
I sat behind my desk, the warm glow of the morning sun casting long shadows over the stacks of documents on my table. The room was silent except for the rhythmic scratch of my pen against paper.
My concentration was broken by a soft knock, followed by Lenny entering my office.
"Alpha," he began. "The doctors at the pack hospital just informed me that they'll be discharging Cassidy today."
I nodded, my eyes not leaving the papers before me. "Good," I said simply and continued writing.
Silence stretched between us until Lenny cleared his throat.
"There's something else," he continued hesitantly. "The lab called earlier. They called to inform you that the finished product for the anti-pheromone depressor is ready and can be used now. They want you to use it on the person it was made for so that they would know if adjustments need to be made."
