Bruno
I stared at the ceremonial invitation, my heart racing with a mix of hope and trepidation. The names etched on the parchment seemed too unbelievable to be true – Rockan and Denera. Could it really be her?
Freya's voice cut through the deafening silence, her grip on my arm tightening. "I've told you," she said, her tone firm, "it's not her."
I glanced over at her, not believing her words. We had been driving for nearly an hour, making our way to the Dark Lion pack's territory. The invitation was extended to every alpha under the Dark Lion's rule, with the opportunity to bring a plus one.
I begged my mother to accompany me, but she insisted that I bring Freya instead. Now, as I held the invitation in my trembling hands, I couldn't help but wonder why.
It wasn't until this morning
