The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate
I lean back in my chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose, and then lean forward again, this time pulling up my email.
One by one, I address a message to each of the alliance pack Alphas. The subject line reads: Burial for the Fallen – Tomorrow at Sunset.
I type the body of the message with care:
Dear Alphas,
Tomorrow evening, as the sun sets, we will hold a burial service to honor the warriors who gave their lives during the battle against Crimsonclaw. Their sacrifice brought peace and unity among us, and they deserve to be remembered not just by their packs, but by all who stood together in this war.
Bab Populer