Kieran lounged on his throne, one leg thrown carelessly over the armrest. The meeting with the pack elders had dragged on too long, and now all he wanted was the comfort of his new consort.
As if summoned by his thoughts, Elise sauntered into the room, her hips swaying with each step. She slid onto his lap, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw.
"You look tense, my Alpha," she purred. "Let me help you relax."
He was about to respond when the doors to the hall burst open. A young scout rushed in, clutching a folded piece of paper. The boy's face was pale, his eyes wide with fear.
"Alpha Kieran," the scout stammered, bowing low. "A message was delivered to our borders. The messenger wouldn't say who sent it."
Kieran frowned, irritation flickering across his face. "And this could
