Seventy Eight

78

“Is something wrong, Your Majesty?”

Andrew, as observant as always was quick to notice the abrupt shift of the Alpha King's mood the moment that particular scroll was handed to him.

The day was drawing closer to night, and regardless of the gray clouds shielding the sun, some persistant rays seeped past them and showered on the Pack's populace.

The Nation Summit mandated a lot from every indiviual in the Royal Palace but demanded the Alpha and his beta's undiluted and unbridled attention. With the shitty Alpha Sebastian dead, Shawn surely had to resume fully in his roles on the Summit's preparation.

After his dear pregant mate and inevitable Luna snuck off knowingly with Raven - the loved dark witch, he and Andrew remained in his study and ever since, drowned themselves in a sea of work.

At the sides of his table were rolled up scrolls - stacked on top of the other and multiple used feathered pen. Exhaustion and fatigue roamed through both's eyes but after Shawn picked up a pa