Margaret and Isabella stood before Harold, the alpha of their pack with fear in their eyes, Harold had always given the impression of a very weak and frail werewolf due to his sickness but the aura wafting off him made them forget that he was sick. It was at that moment, they remembered that he was still their alpha despite him being sick.

“What exactly happened where you both went to”? Harold asked, leaning forward to glare at them

“Well…we…got…” Margaret said, shaking in fright.

“Speak coherently”! Harold snapped.

“Yes Alpha”. Margaret replied, snapping at attention. “We got the dowry from king Dean.” She replied.

“And?” Harold asked, raising an...