Dante's POV
My father's study was still the same as always, filled with old books, leather, and the stains of time.
He sat at his desk surrounded by papers as usual. Documents were everywhere, files arranged chaotically in a way only he could navigate and his chamomile tea was just beside him.
"Dad." I called after watching him for some time.
He looked up, his face beaming immediately he saw me. "Dante. Come in, come in." He gestured to the chair across from his desk. I settled into the familiar chair, the one I'd sat in countless times growing up when he'd call me in to discuss pack matters or just talk.
Talis set down the document he'd been reviewing, his eyes scanning my face. "I've already received messages from three of the representatives, they want to formalize trade agreeme
