No More Games!

Roman POV

At this point, I did not know if I was coming or going. Sitting behind my large desk in the pack office, I was surrounded by King Malakai’s people – a couple of his generals, one of whom looked at me with literal hatred, his healers, Slavic coven witches and my father. Dragana was missing and I felt as if part of me was missing – the chasm of emptiness because of her disappearance not only shocked me, but nearly killed me. I did not understand why that affected me the way it did, but here I am, stuck with these people who apparently can do nothing but argue. Lady Jasmine’s injuries were severe, but her physical body was mending. However, it was her mental state everybody was concerned about and nobody had any real solution to it – we did not know how to bring her back from the veil in between. Then there was Art – my brother from another mother, my childhood friend, and my Beta, who barely survived and from what I learned survived only because Lady Jasmine helped him, eve