Adrian's POV
I stood with my beta at the head of the room, my hands clasped behind my back, staring at the jagged banners still hanging in tatters above the throne.
Symbols of a pack that no longer existed.
They clung to these relics like they clung to their old ways, brittle, rotting, begging to be snapped clean.
But my mind drifted to something. I don't know the reason or why, but since last night after wishing that Alana would stop looking at me with so much hate, I didn't experience my usual nightmares.
Was it that fate is playing a trick on me, or the moon goddess just answered the opposite of my prayers.
A scuff of boots at the door broke my uneasy thoughts.
"My Lord," a guard announced, bowing. "An envoy approaches."
My beta stirred like a flock of frightened birds.
I arched my brow. "Envoy?"
"From the Blackthorn Pack," the guard added.
My beta murmured something, but I didn't quite hear it properly.
