Slade.
He sat in the privacy of his dorm room and thought about what he wanted to do. Did he really want to overthrow his own father in this manner. As the heir to the pack, he’d inherit it any way, at some point. As long as he kept his mouth shut and bided his time.
He had a Wolfen Scroll on the desk in front of him. It had been in his room when he’d come back in here, it was sitting on his desk along with a white wax stick, a small tealight candle and a lighter.
Alpha Gretta had likely strolled in here herself after their conversation last night and put everything in there for him. So he didn’t have to go and ask her for it if he opted to use it. As she’d told him he could.
There was a set of instructions to go with it sitting in front of the scroll. He read it:
1. Write in any
