Battle Plan

Chapter Hundred And Four

Alpha Davon's POV

Eight Months Later

"Alpha, we've got a letter," a guard walked into the throne room with a piece of paper in his hand. Two other guards walked in with him and just stood beside the door as he approached me with the paper.

"From whom?" I asked, stretching my hand to take the paper from him.

"My apologies, my Alpha. Good morning, Sir," he greeted. The urgency of what he had seemed to have caused him to forget that he was to greet me once he saw me. The other guards with him also did the same. They all bowed and greeted as they ought.

I just nodded curtly and went back to my question. "Where did you get this from?" I asked again.

"It was delivered to us by a Rogue. He came to us with a white flag and when we asked him to approach us, he came to us and handed the paper over to us. He said it came from your brother…"

"It came from Murray?" I asked in shock.

"Yes, Sir. It did."

As I stared at the paper, I wondered what he wanted this time. We ha