The next day, the morning light spilled through the tall windows of the breakfast room, painting the polished wood and golden accents in warm hues. Breakfast had been quieter than last night’s dinner, though tension still lingered like a stubborn shadow. Midway through the meal, a guard appeared at the doorway, bowing his head respectfully.
“Alpha, Orvyn is needed. A disturbance on the eastern border.”
Varion’s gaze flicked to Orvyn, who set down his knife and fork with a frustrated clatter.
“I’ll see to it.”
“Jax, go with him,” Varion added, his tone more command than request. Jax gave a low groan, shoving another bite of bread into his mouth before standing.
“Fine, but you owe me for dragging me into Orvyn’s bad moods.”
The two men were gone within minutes, the echo of their fo
