Voren reached out through the mindlink, his thoughts curling around Seraphine's consciousness like smoke.
'My sweet, beautiful, sexy queen. Can you please give me the details of this matter? I'm enjoying the show.'
Seraphine smiled, a secret thing that played at the corners of her lips. She didn't want to tell him. But he always had a way of getting what he wanted. Always.
'Two years ago, Angela sought refuge at the Centenary pack. She had caught Flex cheating with a seventeen-year-old unshifted she-wolf a day before her eighteenth birthday and threatened to blow it up. So he tried to kill her.'
Voren's expression remained neutral, but something dark flickered in his eyes.
'I helped her escape to the human world, but we lost touch. I only sent information across with her identity after that meeting of the constitutional review. She got in touch. She arrived this morning and is sitting among the guests. Wearing sunglasses.'
