Chapter Seven

I followed my mother into the den, where my father was already pouring himself a glass of Brandy. To my chagrin, Emery also followed us in. Although he was next in line for power, there were times when I wished I could have private conversations with my parents. Unfortunately, when you're considered royalty, it seems that nothing is ever truly private.

“There is something familiar about that girl. I assume that she hails from the Half Moon pack.” My father’s deep baritone voice travels easily through the room.

“That is the general assumption that I have,” Emery answered him.

“I haven’t visited the pack since Helen was killed. Perhaps I should have been keeping a closer eye on them,” my mother states in a wistful voice.

“I never liked Christopher’s brother, so I have not associated with them for a long time. Pity about what happened to Chris and his wife, they were good people.” my father answers her.

“Not to interrupt, but who are Christopher and Helen and what is our association with