Ryder
She and her troop of the Mate-less had not once gone into battle, since King Christian and his unit had been to see them, and even though the King himself had been reported to have left the war camp, his unit had stayed behind for a few days. Likely he had wanted to make certain things just didn’t go back to how they had been before he arrived.
Beta Rich had walked down here to the Mate-less’ designated camp, on the southern outskirts, and introduced all of them to the king’s royal envoy, a wolf named Spira, who had nodded to them all after frowning a little as he looked over them. Had shaken his head and stated, “I see why the decree.” To Beta, Rich.
A stake with a flat board on it had been hammered into the ground in front of their tent and on it was a royal decree that read ‘Ma
