He chuckled, smoothing down his jeans and looking at his image in the mirror, smiling at the trimmed beard and hair.
The humans had been more the accommodating and instantly taking him to meet Emperor Gerald.
Him a mere werewolf, one of the enemy.
The Emperor had been moved by his story, he could tell, you can't fake the sympathy that flashed in the man's eyes when he told them his tale.
Oh, his mate, taken by the King because of her beauty, subjugated and forced to be his Queen, raped nightly in order to produce an heir.
His poor mate.
He had always been good a turning out a good story when it suited him.
Braaka laughed, smoothing down the crisp white shirt and reaching down the fold the sleeves up as he glanced at his phone.
His little spy had been useless.
She had mentioned to him how the whore and her Intelligence mate were meeting in secret, yet was unable to give him details on what their meetings were about.
One piece of information she'd told him was the movement of researchers going into The Zones, although she was unsure as to why they were being sent in.
He'd need someone to look into that, but who did he trust enough?
He turned his attention to his sleeves, hearing his phone go off as he smoothed down his shirt again, grabbing it off the bathroom counter and looking at it, a smile flashing across his face.
Caris, one of the strongest witches of the Grey Stone Coven was confirming that while she was making progress with her coven, yet they were still cautious of moving against the Silver Crescent Coven.
Witches, he thought as he threw his phone on the bathroom counter again, looking in the mirror.
He needed to get rid of that old hag, with her gone Silver Crescent would be weak, unable to move against Grey Stone.
He smiled, standing and smoothing down his shirt again, admiring himself in the mirror before he grabbed his phone and pushed it into his back pocket.
Maybe it was time the Humans visited Lune and dealt with Silver Crescent.