Arthur
Arthur smirked as he looked at his phone. Almara was on her way back to the house. She was listening to his instructions so nicely. So nicely, in fact, that he was going to reward her later that night. But first he wanted to see the person most important to him.
His grandmother ran a flower shop in the next town over. Even though she had once been the Luna of the pack, she had wanted a quiet life away from the politics and drama. Which Arthur could understand.
But the rest of the family didn’t. As soon as his grandmother told everyone that she was doing her own thing, there had been a lot of protest. His father had been Alpha at the time and had given his own mother an ultimatum. Either she could stay with the pack or be disowned.
Obviously Arthur’s grandmother had picked the
