Spitting worms

Pharrell entered his office, Joseph following suit. He scrunched his nose in annoyance at his cousin who couldn’t resist tailing him.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” he asked, as he sat down on his chair. He looked slightly tired.

“Do you think this banquet is really necessary to be attended? I mean there are so many…” Joseph didn’t get to finish his sentence when a light tap on the door echoed. The Alpha and Joseph both looked up to see who it was.

“Frank, is there something wrong?” Alpha Pharrell asked, looking at his beta who came in, with a frown on his face. Joseph also looked at him waiting to hear him answer. Frank inhaled sharply before he said something.

“This is for you. One of the patrolling wolves came and gave it to me and said it was addressed to you” Frank bowed. He was about to leave when Alpha Pharrell stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Did he tell you anything else?” he asked, prying the caramel envelope with a paper weight on his desk.

“No. Just that it is me