It was in the early hours of the morning; the sun hadn’t come out yet when Samara returned to the night shadow packhouse with a heavy heart as to what had happened with the rogue king. None of the wolves had woken up too, so she didn’t expect to meet or bump into anyone on the way, and it was exactly as she thought.
But upon returning to her room, a big surprise met her as she nearly jumped out of her skin seeing that Walden and his b***h of a sister were waiting for her right there.
She began to stammer like a scared puppy, “g-good morning, s-s-sire… I didn’t expect to see you here. What are you doing in my room so early?”
Walden shook his head, “I just returned from the silver territories where I’d been helping them out with my army, and you didn’t happen to be there with me, so it
