LUKAN.
"Greetings Alpha Lukan." He said and rose to his feet, bowing slightly as I took my seat opposite him.
The cold Monday morning air whispered through the little cafe which was at the outskirts of the pack.
The memories of the discussion which happened on Saturday concerning the Bane Vase was
still drumming in my head .I wondered who could have done such a thing.
It was a heirloom which was passed down for seventh generations now, but it wasn't that serious though because I wasn't in the right frame of mind to discuss about it.
Mother seemed so angry but I had to calm her down. She possibly doesn't think that it was Merida who had broken the vase?
Anyways, that was a topic for another day and I will have to revisit it , I couldn't let anyone blaming Merida for what she knew not
