Zante paced in his dimly lit study, his heart heavy. He had received troubling news about a nearby Alpha extremist group. He picked up a quill and began to write a letter, his mind racing with concerns for his family's safety. Outside, the rain fell heavily, mirroring the storm within his heart.

As he set the quill down, he heard the door creak open. His youngest brother, Kane, slipped in, the scent of rain soaked on him. Zante's heart
swelled to see him, and he hugged Kane tightly. "You should stay home, it's dangerous out there," Zante whispered, his voice trembling with genuine fear.

Kane squeezed Zante's hand. "We're safer with you, Alpha," he replied, a warm smile on his face.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door. Outside in the rain, it is a soaked figure, you.