Darius glanced back to see Cedar closing the door behind him with a grim line on his face. The red haired man perked up and placed his hands behind his back and walked to his desk.
"All is not well, I assume," Darius began.
Cedar grumbled something under his breath and sank into a chair opposite Darius. Soon he sprang up like he had forgotten a boiling kettle on the stove. He reached into his coat pocket and then slid an envelope towards Darius.
Darius gave him a perplexed look and took the envelope carefully, it had already been unsealed, presumably because the letter had been read.
"Do you need me to decipher the writing for you?" Darius asked with a raised brow.
Cedar lips remained pressed in a thin line. It took a lot to get Cedar riled up to the point where he stopped smiling at poor jokes.
"Read it," he said grimly.
Darius slid his thumb beneath the flap and withdrew the folded parchment.
To the Honourable Alpha of Ironshade,
Darius Hawthrone,
