Duncan
We walked back to the pack house in silence, the weight of the morning heavy on our shoulders. While we made sure that all who faced justice were guilty, the sheer number of those executed took its toll. Add to that the fact that none of us has had any sleep in the past twenty-four hours, and it’s no wonder we all look exhausted.
We entered the common room to see the fire in the hearth, its orange glow and inviting warmth pulling us inside. Empty mugs sat scattered around, remnants of lukewarm coffee that did little to hold back the exhaustion. The list of tasks ahead of us meant that sleep was a far-off daydream. While it wouldn’t be the first time that any of us had gone without sleep, it didn’t make it any easier.
“King Cian, Alpha Duncan, Prince Gideon. We’ve prepared some
