Alpha Arthur
Catherine led her to other rooms, the ceremonial rooms, the pack meeting room that contained the alpha’s throne room which she only pointed to her from outside as it was locked and other rooms which she took no interest to know what they stood for.
“Who are those?” Eleanor asked pointing to the portrait of a man and a woman with a little boy in between them. They were all smiles.
“That is the formal Alpha and Luna, Alpha Arthur’s parents. And that is him, the little boy.”
Eleanor took a step closer. She started briefly into the picture portrait.
“He looked sensible when younger…what about his parents, they don’t stay in this house with him?”
“They are dead.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t t
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