Arthur’s POV
The next morning, I walked into my office at the palace and found Amelia and Charles already there. They were deep in conversation, and I could tell something was wrong just by looking at them.
What happened last night was still shocking news in the pack.
Amelia was sitting in a chair, tapping her fingers anxiously on the armrest. Charles, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth, his expression tense.
As soon as they noticed me, Charles stopped walking and turned to face me.
“Arthur, You are here,” he announced.
I smiled, closing the door behind me. “Shouldn't I be here? Last I checked this was still my office.”
Charles nodded, exchanging glances with Amelia.
“Has the girl's body been dumped?”
“Yes, just like you instructed, she was dumped in the forest.”
“Good,” I said simply.
“This doesn’t make any sense,” he blurted out, frustration clear in his voice.
Amelia nodded, her eyes filled with concern. “The girl was under constant watch. Sentinels guarded her the e
