Omega of Two Packs
To the small office I kept, the one Xander forgot I had.
I pulled out parchment. Ink.
"To the Esteemed Council of the Moon Pack,
Regarding the health and lineage of the Royal Consort..."
No. Too soft.
"To the Council,
It has come to my attention that the Consort, Ashton, has been procuring forbidden substances outside the citadel without His Majesty’s knowledge. Substances used to mask lineage and scent. In light of the upcoming heir, I believe a full inspection is warranted for the safety of the bloodline."
Better.
I signed it with a flourish. Brenda of House Velra. Let Xander deny it. Let him call me jealous.