Teagan's Point of View
Harland was sprawled out on the bed when I strolled in. Had one pillow tucked beneath him. Another between his legs. His mouth was partly open, although he was breathing through his nose.
Light snores rumbled from his chest.
The picture of peace.
I strolled closer. Felt the weight of what I had to tell him settle onto my shoulders. But first, we had to phone Ciaran. To tell him that we might need to get an audience with the king one of these days. Or prepare for war, if we couldn't find out whether the king was behind this or not.
I tried for a while to figure out what Reginald's motivations could be. Why he would want to attack the humans and let Phaedra take the fall for it?
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Money. All of this has to do with money.
Wolves were wealthy beyond belief. Most of the Alpha's had generated income that far outweighed most of the humans. If he were to expose us and plunge us into a war, when we came out on the other end, he coul
