Chapter 82

Author's POV

While Mysticrock pack engaged in what could be considered as a violent pursuit of peace and progress for their pack, Oceanpearl underwent something similar. Except that this wasn't done for peace and progress, but to satisfy the bellies of those that led with power.

Reynolds sat in his room, with his head in his hands. From simply looking at him one would have thought that it was just a simple matter of him wanting to be by himself so that he could think, but the closer one looked, the better the true image was painted in one's mind.

He had a lot going on inside his head.

His wife, Sloane stepped into the chambers, feet scampering quickly over the tiled ground faster than she'd ever done in a very, very long time. “Reynolds,” she called out to him, before taking a seat by his side and resting a slender arm over his shoulders. “What's the matter?”

To that, Reynolds raised his head, now ready to take on the questions his wife and mate asked. His eyes became clearer, and th