VARUL
The moment the dining hall doors closed behind me, the scent of my wife became fainter.
I disliked that immediately.
"This had better be f*****g good, Darren," I said.
I was in a foul mood.
Not least because I had been seconds away from carrying my wife upstairs and locking the world outside my chambers when he had appeared.
I had briefly considered the pros of having his neck on a guillotine for c**k-blocking, until he had telepathically communicated the word Death to me.
As members of the same pack, we operated with a hive mind that was only activated when it was necessary.
"It is, Alpha," he said solemnly. "I would not have intruded on your dinner otherwise."
"Details," I said.
He matched my large strides as we moved through the corridor.
"Two scouts returned from L
