Thompson’s POV
The day had just started and I had received the invitation letter to the king’s event.
I held my face with my hands in my office and thought of all that had happened to us in a few weeks.
“I lost a daughter, the supposed Luna and the strongest asset I had. My exports are now devalued because other kingdoms have rumors that we are weak. The increase of price on items and a lot of other issues.” I said, sighing deeply at the current situation my pack had now landed in.
“I needed a new ally,” I said and stood up to stand by the tall window of my office.
The pack house was just waking and the workers were still gathering around and doing their duties. I watched the men at the gates pack the sands and began to arrange themselves into their different posts.
“Thompson, wha
