Alexander
Rouges had entered our territory, and the pack was on high alert.
Owen and I left the cellar in an instant, collecting Lauren and Abigail to the front of the mannor as Miles and a few other pack members approached.
“There coming from the east,” Miles met my side, his eyes wide. “But they are waing the flag of peace. They are coming to…talk it seems.”
I could feel it in my bones, the restless energy of my pack, the flicker of unease in my family's eyes as we waited. Coming to talk, huh?
Each of them, a pack of ten it seemed, were all holding a white rose. The sight should have been a symbol of peace, of negotiation, but I knew better. Nothing peaceful ever came from a wolf bearing a white rose, especially not when it came with a pack of fighting fit men in suits.
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