Four mates. One was restructuring a continent. One was fresh off saving a Beta, a woman, and their unborn child. One was mobilizing a team so he could get his wolf princess. And one was thirty seconds from a balcony that would turn the entire fucking board upside down.
Guinevere was safe in bed, door guarded, eight guards plus three of her men were making sure of that. She'd still be there when he finished. He was sure of that. He was wrong. And the universe had already moved on without him.
A rookie mistake so basic Kael Ashenvale and Maddox Drakencrest would've facepalmed themselves into next week over it.
But council first. War first. Continent first.
