GODRIC“Relax, Torin,” stepping out of the training grounds, the cool morning air brushed against my damp skin. My Beta marched right beside me, his hand resting anxiously near the hilt of his broadsword.“She is a Northern Lycan, Alpha,” Torin argued, his boots crunching loudly on the gravel path. “They are unpredictable. We should double the guard in the main hall before you speak with her.”Glancing sideways, a dry scoff left my throat. “She is just a woman, Torin. Not a siege engine. Tell the guards to stand down.”“But the Luna—”“Pull the extra security from the eastern tower,” giving the command, my tone left no room for debate. “There is no need for a circus. Morgana is not a threat to my mate. She is just an old ghost looking for attention.”Torin frowned, the deep scars on his face bunching together, but he nodded and fell back to relay the orders.Walking into the main fortress, the stone corridors felt quiet. Reaching the heavy wooden doors of the grand hall, two sentries
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