Tristan scanned the front and back of the envelope with a critical eye. "Interesting." He broke the sigil in one snap.
"Shouldn't you wait for…" many suitable words filtered through her mind; Your big bad brother, the monster who almost ripped Nickolas to shreds, but she settled on neutral grounds."...the other alpha before reading what appears to be an official message?"
He remained focused on ripping apart the envelope. "Decks won't mind."
Audrey opposed no more. She stood close as he unfolded a thin yet crisp sheet of creamy paper. The Alpha King, in all his glory, had certainly handled this paper at some point during its journey from his office table to their front door.
The feint fragrance of oiled oak clung to it, and Audrey pictured the biggest, strongest werewolf on the continent squiggling cursives over it with halfmoon spectacles perched at the tip of his nose. Or maybe he got his much more stationary inclined secretary to pen down his message.
