Alexander
One of my father's advisors comes and speaks to me privately, while the King addresses the large crowd. It’s chaos in the Royal pack, which means that hell most likely broke loose in others. I have never seen my father struggle to contain a crowd, and I can see the toll it takes on him. My mother is the picture of worry next to her husband, while my sister is quiet and mischief has been stripped from her eyes for the first time since she learned how to walk.
After a few tries, the crowd settles enough for the King to be able to speak and be understood. He had to release his aura of domination over everywhole, both physically and mentally, and I know it’s something he hates doing, but it got the job done.
“They’ve taken over a few small packs in England and it looks like they
