Yes, ma'am.

"Did she tell you that she was almost due? Isn't that good news. Imagine you being here for the birth of your nephew. That would be splendid." She clapped her hands happily. The shiny gold manicure shining in a way that made my stomach turn.

Bringing my sister here was already a threat. I understood that but this? It was more than evil. She knew what would happen if she gave birth here in this pack. How can a person meant to lead be so diabolic?

My sister and nephew had nothing to do with this.

"She can't!". I hissed, glaring at her.

"Why not? This is a Royal pack after all. Every child born here is blessed. What wouldn't you want that for your nephew?" She pushed, and I could see my sister was confused and getting uncomfortable around us.

"Because every child deserves to be born in their pack. Moreover this child is going to be the next Beta of the Dark pack. He needs to be born in his roots. That's the law and my sister knows that very well." I said with teeth clenched.

"I can