Reagan’s POV
As we were so far from the palace. Phillip was going to deliver a couple of the Alpha King’s invitations to packs while we were at Frank’s funeral. The event was by invitation only. The wolf council spread the word to every pack to expect a hand-delivered invitation to the ceremony.
While delivering the invitations, the Alpha King’s representative was to be escorted and protected by the pack’s beta or head warrior. If that simple request was not adhered to, the invitation was to be ripped up, and the pack was to be investigated.
Although we were traveling in a luxury car, the journey was still long. Not because Phillip was driving slowly. But because of the silence. I had never known Sam to be so quiet for so long. Every time I looked at her, she looked deep in thou
