"Let me just remind you that war is going on right now and I have a pack to take care of," Alpha Penelope greets as she walks up the marble steps to the doors of the palace. Her burgundy red hair blows in the wind, her sharp green eyes laid upon my own as she approaches me.
"But you could not resist a small vacation that you were invited to from the Queen," I comment, watching as she agrees with me, pushing past and into the palace. "Welcome back to the palace."
Penelope nods, handing a random guard her black fur coat, and already ordering a guard to carefully take her luggage to her room.
One week. That's howling she will be here and there will be another female to freely talk with. Two weeks ago I sent out an invitation for Penelope to come here, and she took it, pouncing right away a
