Adelaide's POV
I had just returned to the Frostfang Pack when I saw Beta Fabian waiting for me in the Packhouse conference hall.
Beata told me that Fabian had been waiting for a while.
He was dressed neatly, carrying the air of royalty—authoritative and proper.
"This is a new order from Lycan Erasmus," Beta Fabian said, handing me a sealed scroll bearing the royal wolf-head stamp.
I opened it and was stunned. It said that if I couldn't find a suitable mate in three months, I'd be summoned to the palace as the New Moon Priestess.
My cedar pheromones froze instantly. The silver-blue wolf hair behind my ears bristled like steel needles.
My nails shot out three inches, scratching the parchment and leaving five scorched marks with a sulfurous smell.
"Three months... New Moon Priestess?"
