Elijah
"Alpha?" Storm's face grows pale, though his expression doesn't twitch at all. "I'm sorry, Your Grace. I'm not following."
My hand cups under the teacup, soaking in the warmth from the ceramic while I try to calm my emotions. I don't take well to lying. I never have. Most likely a by-product of always having shifters, namely from neighboring packs, try to bullshit my father more times than I can count.
It always irked me back then when I'd sit in on meetings to learn, the obviousness with which these pack alphas would try to pull one over on us while begging for help with one thing or another. As regents with over fifty packs under the crown, there were many things that needed to be constantly looked after, and the health of the packs under us would always be one of them.
Howeve
