Conall
“Have they sent anything yet?” Allegra asked the moment I entered the house, still shuffling through the mail in my hand.
It had been nearly two months since she had taken on the mantle of Alpha of Black River pack, and we still hadn’t heard a word from the council. Part of me hoped, perhaps foolishly, that no news meant good news. Allegra, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. She likened it to the sword of Damocles hanging over her head. She said if she was going to be dragged in front of a bunch of old men who were out of touch with modern ideologies, then she’d rather get it over with rather than waiting around with her thumb up her bum. I had to hand it to her, she had a way with words. Especially when she was irritated.
“Not yet, mo ghra,” I said as I flipped through the mai
