The Cry of a Lycan
The moment I stepped away from the secluded corner, a sharp beep sounded in my ear.
I pressed the concealed earpiece hidden beneath my carefully styled hair.
“Butler Grey?”
A gruff voice answered at once.
“Your father will not be attending the wedding, sir.”
“As expected,” I replied, continuing toward the garden, where the flowers swayed lazily in the evening breeze.
“One more thing, sir.”
I slowed down my pace, trotting casually, towards the main arena.
“Alpha Xavier has requested a meeting.”
I froze mid-step, my gaze sweeping over my environment, scanning every nook and cranny.
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