"Shoot," Ravyn urged from the end of the line.
Voren's voice came through steady and measured. "Let the Lycan King know you aren't to be held responsible if anything happens to those witches. Promise him you'll send a video of everything that transpires concerning them."
Ravyn went still. His grip on the phone tightened, knuckles bleaching white. "I'm allowed to do that? Have you informed your Alpha?"
"Thanks for reminding me." A hint of dry amusement colored Voren's tone. "I shall inform Corvine and my shamans accordingly. But don't expect a smooth entry, if you know what I mean."
A ghost of a smile tugged at Ravyn's lips despite the tension coiling in his gut. "Of course. And when do I get to see my daughter?"
Voren exhaled slowly, the sound crackling through the speaker. "The first day is only for welcoming guests and making them comfortable. We should do it during that time because the second day is the coronation."
