Days continued to roll over days, turning into weeks.
Edwin kept up with his alpha responsibilities: he made appearances, had meetings with the elders of council, and even took walks with Vanessa. They had empty conversations about ceremonies and public appearances. He nodded, he smiled, and he endured in silence.
But every morning, before the sun rose, a black-feathered pigeon would land at the edge of his private chamber's window, bearing a small strip of parchment tied beneath its wing.
Edwin was always up before the time the bird arrives. He knew that he had to be extra careful, and not draw attention to himself or raise Vanessa's suspicions.
The messages were always brief, and cryptic. The words encrypted in the tiny bamboo paper would be meaningless to anyone else. But not to him
