Rise of the Cursed Lycan
I said, rubbing the stiffness from my neck.
He walked in, bowing slightly. “Good morning, Alpha.”
“Morning,” I muttered, falling back against the bed.
“A rough night?” he asked.
“Indeed,” I groaned. “What brings you here?”
“Jasper, Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, sent another letter. Zion says he’s been calling repeatedly this week.”
Zion, the messenger. Loyal, quick, and annoyingly thorough.
“He must be desperate for an alliance,” I said flatly.
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