CAINE
After five minutes without another reply from Grace, I let my gaze travel gloomily from my phone display to the she-wolf kneeling before me.
Kneeling is a pleasant term for her almost limp body, held upright by her arms. Her facial features are obscured by swelling, and there isn't an inch of skin on her unblemished.
Rapping my knuckles against the desk, I murmur, "Your Luna is thirty minutes late."
"H-High Alpha, the Luna is not in our territory—"
Another gentle tap of my knuckles causes her to flinch.
"Lie," Ron says calmly from my left.
I nod. "Correct." He's learning quickly, as expected of my son.
The she-wolf goes silent, having even lost the will to whimper. My eyes darken.
"This King has given great mercy to the Blue Mountain Pack, allowing most of you to live, and yet your Alpha and Luna refuse to show their faces upon my return."
