~ NYSSA
It took two days before we heard back from my pack.
We were seated in the dining table for dinner, eating quietly when one of the sentinels walked in. I'd seen him a few times but I couldn't remember his name.
"Jeremiah," Rowan said, brows raised in surprise. "Is something wrong?"
The sentinel bowed before shaking his head. "We got word from the pack. They have accepted your request to visit."
My fork slipped from my hands in surprise.
A part of me had expected them to refuse. After all, our presence had done nothing but bring trouble and worry to the pack. A part of me was relieved, but another part of me was wary… suspicious even.
I turned to Rowan and found him staring with wide eyes as well.
"Are you sure?" he asked and Jeremiah nodded. "Did they have any conditions?"
"No, Your Majesty. They merely said that they would be waiting for our arrival. I did not know what to tell them."
