SIX MONTHS LATER
Angel Fenris's Pov
The door to our imperial dining room bursts open and our assistant, Henry, strides in followed by the new young secretary of king's council, Michael.
Judging from their apprehensive faces, it's obvious that something has gone terribly wrong.
There have been plenty of bad news for the last six months ever since we made the gravest of mistakes, marrying the worst of women.
"What's the urgent matter today?" I question as they quickly approach and bow their heads in respect.
Henry sets some papers down on the table in front of us. "We acquired copies of the treaty that your queen signed with Red Wolves pack. According to the terms of the treaty she apparently signed off a huge part of our southern lands." He informs, pointing at the words in the par
