Rhett sighed to himself, his eyes remaining expressionless when he saw Darius.
By the moon, what did he want? What was he doing here? The Alpha said they would oversee the enlistment program together, but that didn’t mean he had to see the annoying Beta twenty-four-seven, right?
"Beta Darius, I wish I could say it’s nice to see you, but I’m really busy right now." Rhett shot Darius a forced smile, which also held a warning: ’Back off’.
But it seemed the Beta was tone-deaf as he scoffed before replying. "It can all wait. We need to commence preparations for the enlistment program. We’re behind schedule and wolves have already begun coming forward to enlist."
Rhett clenched his jaw, fighting hard to contain his growing irritation. He glanced at Farkas at the back, silently asking him if it was okay for him to leave this case to him. The military advisor gave him a nod, smiling wryly.
"Very well then, Darius." Rhett turned his gaze back to the Beta. "Please, lead the way."
And with that, the two men left the crime scene. They drove to the precinct, only for Rhett to open his eyes wide with surprise once they’d gotten there. There was a line forming, leading to a tent which Rhett was sure would be used as the spot where he and Darius used to screen the men who wanted to enlist.
Most of those on the line were werewolves, but a handful of them were also fey. The thing that stood out most to Rhett was that those who came out for enlistment today varied greatly in age. Some were youths, between the ages of eighteen to their twenties. A few others were in their thirties, but Rhett also spotted some in their forties and even fifties.
"Hmph, now you see why this screening was a good idea?" Darius asked Rhett sarcastically before continuing. "Just look at them. Most of them would die instantly on the battlefield, even with all our training. And some middle-aged men even showed up."
Rhett nodded as if he agreed with a word the Beta said. Middle-aged men had shown up, but they were still wolves at the end of the day. Wolves who, with the right training, could become very useful in the war. He was a forty-plus-year-old man after all, but he still considered himself the strongest wolf in the pack. Though, that might just be because he’s the chosen one...
Rhett ignored Darius’s yapping, as he walked toward the tent. Once inside, he sat on a chair, grabbing a handful of his hair when he brushed it with his hands.
He still couldn’t get his mind off Isleen. The homicide case with the missing body had been a distraction, but now, Darius decided to show his ugly face, making his psyche reach the edge.
But he couldn’t falter. He couldn’t let Darius or anyone else see his inner turmoil.
Suddenly, Darius stepped into the tent too, sitting right beside Rhett. The two of them sat together while facing a chair on the other side of the table.
"The first in the line, come in!" Darius yelled out, a grunt escaping his lips. It was clear as day that he was already getting tired of this new duty. He’d only been eager to do it when the Alpha brought it up because he thought it would be another way to prove himself.
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