King Evren rubbed his face tiredly, cursing under his breath.
The document in front of him contained a report of land disputes between two neighboring packs.
The greed and unreasonable demands made him want to tear down both packs.
"King Evren," Kiran called from the entrance, a worried look on his face.
Outside, the sky cracked and a heavy downpour started.
The king raised a questioning brow.
"It's the Luna from Silver ridge."
The King's face darkened.
"What about her?"
"She's outside," Kiran responded carefully. "Demanding to see you."
Evren leaned back in his seat, his disappointment in the Luna somehow giving way to something new—curiosity.
He glanced out the window.
"It's raining," he muttered.
"Yes. She doesn't seem to care."
"Send her away
