69. Laila, the True Luna
Norman
I didn’t return the King’s laugh. It grated on my nerves.
Instead, I walked straight into the grand living room with Brak trailing silently behind me. My footsteps were measured, every movement deliberate. I took the seat opposite King Nickson, my face void of emotion as I locked eyes with him.
Behind me, Brak paused. I linked minds with him silently, passing an unspoken command.
He nodded and disappeared toward the kitchen.
“King Nickson,” I began coolly, leaning into the armrest, “to what do I owe this... unexpected visit to my pack without prior notice? I would have prepared a banquet had you told me on time.”
No need for games. Not today. I wanted him rattled.
Nickson smiled that same smug smile, the one that had always clawed at my nerves. “Don’
