No sooner had the decision been made than the Blackwood Pack received the King's summons to the Moon Summit.
The parchment arrived in the hands of a trembling courier, escorted by two silent wolves. Xavier took it with a calm that unnerved the room, eyes skimming the contents as a crooked smile curved on his lips—pleasant at first glance, but beneath it simmered a glint of malice.
"Finally," he murmured, his voice silk wrapped around steel. "The King decided to invite us."
Carlo, leaning against the stone wall nearby, scoffed. "Took him long enough. Still, I'm surprised how quickly it came. No doubt the loyal hound ran straight to his master."
Xavier didn't have to ask who he meant. Rowan. The ever-righteous lapdog of Casian. Loyal to a fault—and just predictable enough to anticipate.
