A knock startled Esmeray from her thoughts just two hours later after the council meeting, just as she was considering whether food would settle the restless energy coiling in her chest or make it worse. She was having a hard time wanting to eat these days.
Esmeray opened the door to find a young palace attendant—an omega wolf with nervous energy and a tablet clutched in both hands.
“General Blackthorne,” he said, his voice slightly breathless. “The Crown Prince requests your presence in his private office. He’d like to introduce you to his Alpha unit and discuss security arrangements.”
Esmeray’s pulse quickened, but she kept her expression neutral. “When?”
“Now, if you’re available.”
He’s asking for us, Snowflake said, perking up immediately. We get to see him again.
This is busines
