The empress wiped a sheen of sweat from her forehead, before looking down and pulling out the letter that was in the envelope.
The small smile on her face froze after she had gone through the contents of the letter. After that, she smirked, and waved at her husband who was staring down at the alpha werewolf.
"Darling," she called out and waved at him. He turned to her, dropping the sword that he was holding in his hand in the process.
It landed right next to Cardial's face, scarring his mentality for life.
The drakkon had not even struggled to Deal with him, which had blown his ego down a notch. He sighed, and looked up at the sky. They had, as usual, gotten up way before the sun rose in the horizon. Werewolves were considered children of the moon, and they worshipped the moon goddess. Thus, waking up and watching the moon set before the sun rose had become sort of a ritual for some packs.
