Louis's POV
After my conversation with Claire, I set aside the authenticity of the letter and even forgot about Andy Barton rotting in the dungeon. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to hold someone accountable, but I knew that man was just a clown, a puppet controlled by Maria.
Now, a more severe crisis lay before me.
“Are you saying the Black Mountain pack is mobilizing everyone to wage war against the royal family?”
I scanned the faces of the elders before me. They all wore identical white robes, their heads almost buried in their chests, looking like a row of somber candelabras.
“That’s correct, Your Highness. According to our assessment, war is imminent.”
The man in the middle answered my question, but he still didn’t have the courage to meet my gaze. “Centuries ago, the Black Mountai
