Alpha King Dimitrio.
It is night time already.
Across the long mahogany table in my reading room, there lies countless scrolls and parchment that need my attendance. My brow furrows in concentration, a quill in my hands. Yet, despite my outward focus, my mind continues to wander to the wolfen. After sending her to fill my waterskin, she didn’t return. She must have taken it as an opportunity to run away but did she really think she can cross the threshold of my castle?
She won’t even get past the woods.
With occasional flashes of lightning, I pay little heed to the brewing tempest. However, with a deafening roar, thunder crashes overhead, shaking the very foundations of the castle. I let go of the quill, my concentration broken as the sound reverberates through the hall. Through the
