Rowanfall Pack:
The study smelled of old wood, ink, and authority.
There was a golden chandelier just above, and the chairs present in the study were all made with gold.
Behind the heavy desk, Alpha Rowanfall sat with his back straight. He had one hand resting lazily against the golden armrest, and the other holding a sealed letter between his fingers.
The wax was already broken.
He had read it once. Then again, and now… a third time. He read the letter slowly and carefully, savouring each word.
His expression did not change as his eyes moved through the lines. His expression didn't even change when he reached the part that should have shaken any Alpha to his core.
Instead, a slow smile stretched across his face. The smile was knowing, and dangerous. Everything he foreshadowed was working out.
"Father,
You were right to place me here…."
His thumb brushed lightly over the parchment.
"The girl is not what they believe her to be.
