CHAPTER ELEVEN

Michael’s POV

"Hmm, what’s this? Who is it from?” I asked as I flipped the envelope around. No one answered. They were avoiding the question. I looked at them, but no one was staring in my direction.

"Zen, can you not hear me?” I glared at him and my brother. Hercules looked away and began to whistle. Zen took a deep breath and began to speak.

“Your highness, that is a red-sealed envelope. It belonged to the royals of every pack. Ours is black. This right here is a letter from the alpha of the Desma pack,” he said.

I burst out laughing. “I knew he would have something up his sleeve. Oh, if only eyes were guns.” Gradually, my laughter died. Nobody had joined in. Hercules looked away, and Zen was staring down at his shoes.

“Your highness, this is a serious matter. The alpha of the Desma pack might be an old wolf, but he has a lot of influence on the elders of lycanthropy. I sighed.

“Read the damn thing later,” I said in clenched teeth. Zen took it from me and slowly tore it open.

“Greet