Alec’s POV
The pack had a look of change in it.
Nothing much but the way people looked, even talked, was something to be worried about.
What has happened?
It didn't bother me as it should.
The pack sometimes was in chaos and people said words in each other's ears, so why should I care?
“I have come for my meal, ladies.” I stepped into the kitchen, walked closer so that I was leaning on the large table now. “And what's happening? Why is everyone acting strangely? Am I the only one who noticed?”
“Alec, you've not heard.”
I haven't heard what? I looked up and met the gaze of Agnes who looked like she had something to say.
Maybe a lot.
“What are you talking about? I'm not sure I understand what you mean—whatever it is.”
“It's the royal maid. Rain.”
The sound of her name awakened everything in me.
Confusion set in and I still didn't understand. But I didn't take my face off the woman who was pouring soup into a plate. “What happened to her?” I was scared now, wondering if the
