CHAPTER 50

The gentle sounds of footfall were awkward and heavy; Elijah raced through the pack house toward Bruce’s study.

The Beta had heavy bags under his eyes and appeared fatigued but there was a light of optimism in his eyes that was long forgotten.

He came to a halt before the pretty solid-looking oak door and had to pause for a few moments before he banged sharply on it.

As exhausted as Elijah sounded Bruce’s voice reverberating from within felt like issuing the words out. "Enter. "

The instant Elijah came to the room Bruce seemed to be the main point of concentration in complaint.

The Alpha seemed to be somewhat scruffy, his sharp image and muscles dropping down.

His eyelids were puffy, and the stubble on his jaw made one want to extrapolate that he rarely had sound sleep.

Still leaning on the ledge, his face locked in the cold mask of a man who is lost in thought, He watched the pack land outside.

Said in a whisper, “Bruce,” the door closed, and Elijah groaned. This i