Ryan P. O. V

The Next Morning

“Food shortages in the Central Plane... complaint from the Native Wolves about Exiles stealing their resources… and this, another dispute over territory issues.” I frowned, flipping through the pages of the pack report. “How come there are so many unresolved issues?”

The silence that followed made me pause. I looked up only to find my ever benevolent brother and Deputy Regent of the staring into space.

“Ashford.” I growled, making him jump.

He blinked slowly, finally focusing his eyes on me. I angrily tossed the report on the table, waiting for a proper explanation.

But he just continued staring at me like he...