Arthur’s POV
It had been two days. Two long, frustrating days, and Jennifer had come up with nothing. No leads, No suspects, No captured spies. Nothing
I sat in my office, my patience wearing thin. Across from me, Charles leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his expression grim. Amelia stood by the window, watching the courtyard below.
"This isn’t working," Charles said finally. "We both know it."
Amelia exhaled sharply. "We have tried before. We searched every corner of this pack for the Queen’s people, and nothing. If they were that easy to find, they’d be dead already."
I inhaled deeply, swirling my pen in between my fingers.
“Arthur,” Amelia shouted walking to me. “How can you be this calm?* I shrugged.
“Shouldn't I be?” I chuckled. “The elders think that Jennifer has more connections than the pack,” I paused with a shrug. “Which is true anyway—” Amelia cut me off.
“How does that affect us?” Amelia spat. “I can't believe how quickly the elders switch sides, I wonder if they w
