Davian was going through some papers when a loud knock on the door interrupted him.
"Come in," Davian commanded.
The door creaked open, and Marvin stepped in, his demeanor uncharacteristically hesitant. Davian glanced up, a small frown forming on his face. Marvin approached the desk, holding a thick cream-colored envelope sealed with the king's insignia—a wolf howling beneath a crescent moon.
"Alpha," Marvin began, clearing his throat, "this just arrived. It's an invitation to the king's birthday celebration." He placed the envelope on Davian's desk, his eyes carefully watching the alpha's reaction.
Davian's frown deepened. He reached for the envelope, tearing it open, and began reading.
"A party," Davian said flatly, almost as if the word left a bitter taste in his mouth. "There has to be a good reason for me not to go."
