On Tate’s private jet, he sat next to Margaret. The twenty policemen and thirty lycan warriors around them chatted casually with one another like they weren’t about to face a pack of rogues. Then again, the months of training under the queen’s and the defense minister’s direct supervision had built not only their strength and skill set, but also confidence in their abilities. 

Only Phelton was wary. When he heard that the king and queen had authorized extracting the rogue pack, he didn’t think twice before volunteering to come to keep his eye on Margaret. After what she and her wolves almost did to Lucianne last time, Phelton kept his...