"High Alpha," a man bowed in front of Damien and the man sighed.
"What is it now?" he asked.
"It's the rogues," the servant answered.
"Again?" Damien asked.
"Yes Alpha, and they looked more deranged the more."
Damien sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Any news from the high chiefs?"
"Not yet alpha. We have sent ten letters to them upon your request but they have not replied to any."
Damien exhaled. "Malachi is still in mourning for the death of the prince so it's understandable. Any news about Rylee?"
"Nothing alpha. The witches are also looking for her as well."
"So she has not contacted her parents since then?"
"No single news. We have kept close eyes on them and they have never left their pack. The Luna hardly leaves her room in fact and Alpha Alan, although he carries out his alpha duties, he is like a walking corpse."
