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It was a good thing Tanner had been brave enough for the both of them.

Bracken would tell him so.

One day.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Grae Bryan has been reading romance since she was far too young to know any better. Her love for love stories spans all genres, and there’s nothing she finds more exciting than all the fictional worlds she has yet to explore.

She lives in Arizona with her family, who graciously share space with all the imaginary men in her head. When not writing or daydreaming or parenting wild children, she can generally be found reading more than is healthy, walking her monster-dog, or cuddling her demon-cat. She loves anything and everything gothic, cozy, lovely, or strange.

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When Ezra Fleet returns home from military service early Pack Alpha Giovanni Rossi is in for a surprise.

CW/TW: Mention of past character death - the father of Ezra's child was military and killed in the line of duty.

VOLUNTARY DISCHARGE

Giovanni had never wanted to be the alpha of a territory. He’d seen paperwork breed like rabid bunnies on his father’s desk for years.

But he hadn’t had a choice in the matter.

He’d been his father’s only child, and the man’s Pack Beta wasn’t... great.

Being the alpha of a middling sized territory was more work than it was worth, if you were doing it properly at least. The medium sized territories were just big enough to generate piles upon piles of paperwork but weren’t quite large enough to warrant any of the support staff that would have made managing it easier.

And Giovanni had never allowed himself to be anything less than scrupulously competent when it came to managing pack resources. The pack was full of people, people who he loved and cared for and didn’t want to see living off federal aid. Federal aid that was tailored to humans and constantly being cut down by stupid politicians who’d never actually worked a day in their lives.

He was regretting that character flaw at the moment.

“Alpha Rossi,” the smooth feminine voice of the secretary called over the intercom.

Giovanni looked up from the contracts he was going over, shoved his long brown curls out of the way, and blinked at the clock on the wall. It wasn’t time for lunch yet and he had asked not to be disturbed. There was very little that would warrant an interruption and worry churned in his gut.

Curious and absolutely dreading the disaster that might be about to land on his desk, he reached out to press the intercom button.

“Yes, Charity?” Giovanni asked.

“A Grandmother Josie is here to see you?” Charity asked.

Giovanni blinked.

It had been ages since Grandma Josie had come to see him. He was normally the one going to see her. She lived out in the middle of the woods in the sturdy little cabin that her father had built when the town and pack was first founded nearly a century ago and rarely made her way into town for anything other than knitting night at the library, which was tomorrow, if he was remembering his days right.

Or to get what groceries she couldn’t grow or hunt herself, but she didn’t need anyone’s help with that.

Giovanni would be worried about her hermitage, but the cougar shifter had never been the most sociable. From what he had heard when he was younger, her husband had been equally unsociable, despite being a wolf shifter.

Grandma Josie had happily raised her daughter alone in that cabin. And, eventually, her grandson, once her daughter had lost her life to a drunk driver.

Giovanni had grown up visiting her and her grandson out in that cabin like most of the pack kids had; right up until his mother had divorced his father and moved out of the territory.

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