“As soon as Whitehall moves, we will too. They have that ceremony they do. It holds today. Whitehall should make their visit soon after, they won’t interrupt their pack traditions. We need to be ready,” Misha replied confidently.
Tobias’ member stirred again.
Fuck! He moaned in his mind as he turned to face his bed with the dead girl as he enlarged.
“Good,” he said out loud. “You can leave, Misha. I’ll come to the hall once I’m done here,” he remarked casually.
Misha stared at his father’s back.
He could sense his father’s excitement, and he smiled.
He had believed his news would cheer him up, and he had been right.
He stood and bowed to his father’s back.
“Very well, Alpha,” he droned.
His father grunted his dismissal.
What Misha did not know, was that his father was almost full
