Third person
That evening two things were settled before the sun went down: the death of Crown Prince Rain and the hands behind the hidden importation of suppressing wolves, controlling pheromones for weakening mates and others.
Prince Cealan stepped back into the palace grounds after darkness had just begun its shift, but as he entered expecting to see his mate curled up in bed, he saw an empty room.
Idriss was not home but Viola arrived early to prepare dinner. The palace chef handled most of the cooking while she handled picking out what the prince liked and what not to eat since his system wasn't comfortable with a few dishes.
Cealan waited and within the study Prince Rain was once again caught up with work. His hands moved swiftly, and his eyes glanced intensely from one file to another and by the time Idris walked in again to remind him it was past time, he only nodded.
