Angelica POV
Without a word to Kyle, I take off in human form toward the northern border. By the time I reach it, my father is already waiting. I'm confused to find twenty rogues standing just across the border. One shifts and steps forward. He winks at me and I roll my eyes in disgust. "What is your business here," my father asks. Kyle comes to stand next to me in a pair of basketball shorts. The rogue looks between us and smiles. I notice he pays special attention to our necks, as if he is looking for marks.
"My king wishes to have his queen. He has sent us here to inform you that if she doesn't comply, he will gladly take whatever means are necessary to kill you and all your pack members. She can come willing, and your pack will be spared." "So, you are the false king's messenger boy
