The Alpha King first had to deal with his Noble Alpha.
“This is impossible!” the Alpha king growled in a low tone, as he sat alone after getting the gist of the battle in between the Noble Alpha’s rants.
“Chrystal,” he breathed, his mind on his daughter.
“Alpha!” Darius called out, “The bleeding won’t stop!”
“It’s because of the silver blade,” Alpha King, Mason Barone, called back in response as he paced the entry room of the Noble Alpha’s quarters.
They were in the part of the castle where Darius and his party dwelt.
Darius was on his large four-poster bed, being attended by healers and spellcasters, and Alpha Mason had moved to the outer room where guests and other visitors could be entertained.
The Alpha King was pacing the heavily carpeted stone floor. That wildling must have
