𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝐎 𝐍 𝐄

Everan

Everan Gladstone was not a patient man. 

His pen scribbled against the papers scattered alongside his desk as he awaited the Alpha's phone call. There's a brief knock on his office door, soft enough to narrow down who stood on the other side of his door. Either Minerva or Percival. 

He gives a grunt of an answer, his sister somehow deciding it was an invitation for her to bounce in happily. She'd found her mate not too long ago and was settling with the preparations of her upcoming wedding. 

Though most would be stressed over planning the event, Minerva was thriving.

"Have you tried on the tuxedo yet?" His sister asked.

Everan's eyes glanced up at her as she plopped down in one of the chairs across from him. His silence was enough of an answer for her.

"Ev! I've been telling you for weeks to try it on. The wedding's in three days now! Can't you be a little more cooperative?" 

His calloused hand comes up to rub at his face with great annoyance, groaning to further prove his point. "I'm working, Min. Now's not the right time." 

Just as his sister's mouth opens to protest, his phone rang. He's quick to answer it, eager to hear the update on the rogue situation in the states. 

After all, the Gladstone Pack was responsible for the thousands of packs worldwide. Their world looked up to them as the original werewolves. 

It was Everan's duty to guide and protect them. He was practically their King. 

As her brother began speaking into the phone, Minerva took that as her cue to leave. Everan hardly spares her a glance, probably going to try on her wedding gown for the five hundredth time. 

"I don't like to be kept waiting, Seamus."

"My apologies, Alpha. Another member of my pack has left."

"Another?" Everan asked incredulously, already aware of the four that left Seamus' pack earlier that week. Seamus Grey was a fair and just Alpha. He ran the Southern Pack in North America. Old as he may be, he was always accommodating to the members of his pack.

"Another one," Seamus confirmed. "Without explanation too. Just like the other four."

There's a hum that resonates from the Original. Confusion swirling in his brain. Wolves going rogue was almost completely rare. Unless the Alpha was a mad tyrant. 

But even then, Everan always put an end to any dictatorship that threatened the peace the Gladstone Pack tried so hard to uphold.

"I assume you know of Minerva's upcoming wedding?" How could he not? It'd be the event of the century. 

"I will travel with you back to your pack after the reception to further investigate. We shall get to the bottom of this, once and for all." Without so much as a goodbye, Everan hung up the phone. 

His office door opened in a flash, navy fabric being tossed at him at an unnatural speed. But he catches it with ease before it can come in contact with his face. 

His door slammed shut, departing footsteps pounding against the hardwood.

"You have no excuse now!" Minerva bit out as she ascended the stairs.

The Alpha glanced down at the tuxedo he'd kept hung up for months now. A growl of irritation vibrates from deep within his chest but nothing too threatening. 

These were his siblings. His litter mates. The only people he'd tolerate the blatant disrespect from. 

Everan finds himself chuckling softly, only just realizing the familiar white gown his sister was wearing right before she thew the tuxedo at him.

"Five hundred and one."