THIRD PERSON POV
Four days ago, before the battle on the border…
“You wanted to see me, Father?” Lucas asked, standing a short distance away from Alpha King Arlan’s desk.
Admittedly, the summons had come as a little bit of a surprise. It was not too long ago when they’d had their conference regarding Lucas’s political platform. His father acknowledged everything fairly well for the most part, disregarding some of the more progressive policies he thought to implement.
So, what could possibly be the reason this time?
The scratch of pen against paper came to a stop. “Indeed, I did,” King Arlan suddenly remarked. “I received word about something that involves you.”
There was a peculiar tone to his father’s voice that caught the sharp attention of the fourth prince.
“We fin
