Finn’s POVThe messenger arrived just as the sun began to set out over the horizon, casting long shadows across the grounds of the pack house.I was in my study, the air thick with the scent of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of the ink I had been using to review territory reports. The borders had been restless, and the southern trade routes were sluggish, but these were tiny problems I could solve with a signature or a threat.Then, one of my personal guards knocked once and stepped inside, his posture rigid.“There’s a rider at the gate,” he said, his voice strained. “He didn't announce a pack name, but he carries a scroll with the Alpha King’s seal. Red wax. Royal mark.”Everything inside me stilled.Rowan.“Send him in,” I said, my voice coming out like the snap of a dry twig.The guard nodded and retreated, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. A moment later, the messenger entered. He was a man of average build, dressed in neutral traveling leathers with no pack insignia
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