EMRYS' POV
A few weeks passed and it was like nothing out of the ordinary was going to happen. Father on the other hand wouldn't stop asking the Lycan elders to come for meetings, that was the only thing that changed.
We had upped our security around the pack and the warriors were at the corner of every building across the pack most especially the Lycan King mansion.
"Will you be coming to the party tonight?" Orton asked over a glass of wine as he was busy being a pain in the ass.
Father had instructed that I should put Orton through all he needed to know at the dialogue meetings. In his words, "It's high time one of your brothers start to represent us,"
I didn't argue with him when he'd said that. After all, I wasn't the only heir he had to the Lycan throne. Orton had initially kic
