Reports VIII

“So, Kaden, what are we going to do? About Storm I mean? It's obvious that they want her. We can't let her be taken. She is our future Luna, you know-when we regain your rightful place in the pack.” Lent asked, folding his arms across his chest, relaxing deeper into his chair, already stilling himself to accept reality.

Storm wasn't his to take. She had never been in the first place. He had a mate somewhere else. He just had to be patient.

Kaden sighed, dissecting Lent’s words. Reclaim his place in the pack? How was he going to do that? As the days go by, his appetite for the throne wanes and dissipates. As a matter of fact he cared less about the throne or its people, they were in the hands of his brother. They were in good hands.

What he only cared about was getting mates for his family here. But Lent always believed that he should go back and fight for what actually belongs to him, his right place as the alpha of the pack; his gamma even thinks that his younger brother might be be