WAS I SURPRISED at the fact that the very next day, the news of the Alpha King getting slapped in his face resurfaced around the palace in a buzzing gossip?
Not really, no. This palace had eyes and ears and they were everywhere in every corner. The palace had wandering souls that would eavesdrop without hesitation, clearly looking for something to talk about. This place had hundreds, maybe even more people coming and going. Even with the Warriors’ eyes, there was no way to handle all of them in one go.
So, when Rosalie came in, looking flushed and rather excited, holding a candle in one hand and a match in the other, I was very perplexed to hear her say, “Someone slapped the King. The King of Wolves. Alpha Larkin,” she inhaled deeply. Both of her hands are on her chest. “Someone laid a
