Seraphine expected Voren to be busier due to his new position, the weight of the crown, the endless responsibilities, the constant demands on his time. But something sat heavy in her chest, a cold knot of unease that refused to loosen.
She whispered back, her voice barely audible over the hum of the chopper blades. "Are you going against Alpha Jaron? Shouldn't we inform Liah first?"
Voren cared for Liah's feelings. He truly did. But he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty about what he was about to do. Alpha Jaron was more of a threat than an asset to their race and needed to be taught a lesson, the kind of lesson that would echo through the generations.
"Please do so on my behalf, my queen." His voice was soft but firm. "I'm using wolf form and will not have a phone with me."
The moment Seraphine nodded, Voren texted the outlanders, his fingers moving quickly across the screen. 'Get me clothes. I'm coming.'
