“So, why did your pack kill Alpha Casteel’s godson?” Ophelia asked, popping a grape into her mouth as she and Justin sat on the couch in the throne room that he had taken her to on her first day at work.
And every time when she entered this room, she could not help but spare glances at the obsidian mural that contained long forgotten histories.
At the moment, Justin had been teaching her about what trades went on between Viribus and Eliard before Ansel, the Alpha’s godson, was killed. The two had been at this since the morning that when it got past noon, Justin generously offered to bring her something to eat and she demanded for fruits.
Justin chewed on his morsel before he pursed his lips, clearly thinking how to reply to that question, “let’s just say that it was the matter of some
