While the wolves of Blue Moon pack recovered from the stealth attack, Marris made a quick trip to FrostHowl to report the war’s outcome. As usual, she had umbrathorn by her side, the creature knew, however, that this trip could be deadly for the both of them. Vesper hated failures. The demoness was ushered into the dark council room with thrronelike chairs, and like every other day, Vesper is clothed in long dark robes which scream his affluence. This time though, he had his hair up in a bun, giving him a somewhat feminine look, save for his sharp jawline.
“Marris, my dearest” Vesper stood up from his seat, arms outstretched as he approached her
“Alpha king” Marris genuflected, before she entered his tight embrace. After a very sensual hug, Vesper placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Mar
