Emma
“We will need you to leave us alone,” Ace’s voice echoes through the room as I sit down with Artemisia. “They need to discuss pack matters and I will be enough to monitor the situation.”
One of the guards of the royal pack tsks, lifting his chin. “As if we could trust you after you disappeared with the enemy for several weeks straight. What happened in the witches’ territory, huh?”
“I will report to my superior when we return to the royal pack and I will have been able to speak to my father. I don’t remember that my rank was reduced so you will have to shut your mouth and act accordingly when I tell you to do something,” Ace retorts in an authoritarian voice, and I’m deeply thankful even if it all sounds like he is his old soldier self.
Alberta, the Omega in charge of the staf
