The knock at my door came later that night, breaking the stillness that had settled over my chambers. I didn't need to ask who it was. Wikh's distinct scent reached me before he entered.
“Alpha,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
"Speak," I said curtly, pouring myself a glass of whiskey and taking a slow sip.
"I heard you're trying to trace the letter," he started, his tone measured. "It's not just a threat—it's a warning. Whoever sent it wants you to know they're watching. They're planning something."
I nodded, my jaw tightening. "Fendrel's already tracking it. I'll have answers soon."
Wikh hesitated, his usual composure wavering for a brief moment. “Good. But there's something else I wanted to discuss."
I raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue.
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