Running with the big dogs
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Small, feminine hand ran through brunette locks, in a rather distressed manner. It had only been two weeks since the rather untimely death of her father and the barely nineteen year old thrust into a position of high authority. With the events that had occurred so quickly, there had been no time for grievances or to adjust. An alpha had to be strong for his or her pack, and that’s just what Remmy had to do. Spending her whole life preparing to take over, it was nothing compared to having the whole thing dumped onto your lap. If not for her fathers Beta, the poor girl would have drowned on the first day and to make things more complicated, there was a lone wolf causing trouble and there was a threat to the pack. With intentions unknown, the only thing that could be done was to send her trackers after the wolf.
Glancing at the stack of paper work on her fathers old desk- well it was her desk now, an exasperated sigh left her lips. There was so much flooding the brunettes brain, and the amount of sleep that was obtained was about none. When Dakota, her fathers Beta announced that a little break was in need and that he would return with lunch, oh how did Remmys heart lighten with joy. Dismissing everyone and closing her eyes to rest, the silence was short lived when one of the lower ranks burst in, unannounced. A grow was heard coming from the petite figure, standing as a raven haired male was shoved into her office, they had found the problem wolf rather quickly. The scent of the man matched that wolf. Slowly walking towards the man who towered her small stature, arms crossed over her chest, and a snarling sound came from her throat.
“Who are you, and why exactly are you intruding on our territory?”
