Chapter 35- Father and Son

"Beta Sage?"

Sage turned to find one of his father’s councillors standing in the place that had moments earlier been occupied by his brother’s messenger.

"The master alpha wishes to speak to you, Sage."

Sage got to his feet. "Did he know?"

The old man tipped his head.

"And how is he?"

"He is in the royal mansion. Um—angry… very."

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The last occasion he had been summoned to the Master Alpha’s offices Sage had been left to cool his heels in an outer office for half an hour. On this occasion, the doors to his father’s rooms were open, and he was shown straight in.

Sage struggled to contain his shock. The man had always worn his one hundred fifty years comfortably, and, other than the thickening around his middle and the grey showing in his neatly trimmed beard, he looked much as he had one hundred years ago, but he seemed to have aged visibly since the previous evening. Werewolves age slowly, but now, looking at his father, Sage sighed.

"Landon—"

"I no longer have a son