Alpha Rowan
The teacup rattled in its saucer as I set it down, fingers twitching with tension I hadn’t let myself acknowledge, not out loud.
Not yet. But it's there. It is poking at me so intently.
The council meeting had ended an hour ago, but the weight of it still clung to me like a wet cloak. Words about territory, patrols, and border tensions… but no one dared mention what really hung in the air.
Why hasn’t the Alpha King come?
He said he would. Two weeks ago. I had the letter sealed with his own crest. Promising his presence. Promising recognition.
A visit from the King was more than a formality, it was a signal, a blessing with means a merging of status. Without it, the talks of joining my pack with my another pack remain just that talk. Ideas, dreams of the hopeful, nothing c
