Chapter Thirty-eight
Talon Maverick
The phone buzzed, yanking me out of the thoughts I wasn’t supposed to be having.
I grabbed it off the nightstand, the screen flashing with my mother’s name. Great. Pack business, no doubt—something that could wait, in my opinion, but it never did with her.
I slid a finger across the screen. “Mother.”
“Talon,” she said in that tone that told me I didn’t have much of a choice in whatever she was about to say. “You need to come to the Royal castle. There’s a situation with the pack that requires your attention.”
“Is it really necessary?” I fought to keep the impatience out of my voice. It wasn’t like her requests were optional, but a man could try.
She was quiet for a second, maybe trying to decide how much of this I’d push back on. “Yes, Talon. It i
