Xavier’s pov
After a quick, sandwich-based lunch in the palace’s kitchen, we all headed to my office. We still had pretty much stuff to talk about, after all.
We all sat down around the coffee table, Emily and I on our previous sofa and Franz and George on the other. Ben took the armchair, and he sighed as he slumped in it.
“I’ll be quick,” he said, his face grim. “I do believe Clayton is going to start a war. He wants Emily back, and he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure he gets her. The very fact that he has come to my pack’s house spitting lies about Emily proves it”.
“What kind of lies?” George asked.
“He basically covered his ass,” Ben explained. “He didn’t know whether Emily had spoken up about him already, so he said that a witch and his pack doctor had mess
