Jace
He sat looking at the invitation box that had been handed to him and was now on his desk. It was royal blue and had the Wolfen Council logo stamped in the bottom right-hand corner of it. In the center of the box was his name written, Alpha Jace Remmington, in a lovely silver penmanship that depicted someone practiced and excelled in Calligraphy.
He’d not had anything to do with the Wolfen Council since his meeting with Alpha Gretta, not after Alpha Nora’s words to him in the kingdom. He had decided to let it go, that it wasn’t going to go in his favor. So he had made the decision to wait until that pack was out from council protection and then try again.
He didn’t know how long that was going to be, but he’d waited almost two decades now; what was a few more years? Nothing realisti
