Stan
My son set off for the King's land almost two weeks ago. I haven't heard so much as an iota from him. At least not until yesterday.
He sounded different, off. His mission was simple. Enter the land under false pretenses, talk to Maggie under false pretenses, and get her to leave with him, with 'his child'. Once I have the girl, a woman now, back in my possession, then maybe I'll decide to break the news to him. He was a pawn, nothing more. I'll have to break his heart and tell him the kid is not his. That he is mine and his brother instead.
I'm currently waiting for him in my cottage that sits just outside our pack's territory. He said he would be here almost thirty minutes ago and my patience was wearing thin. I've been pacing the living room since I arrived, trying to figure ou
