Chapter Fifty Eight

As the sun began to set over the vast territory of the Silver Crest pack, I sat at my desk in my office, contemplating the events of the day. The responsibilities of being the Lycan King weighed heavily on my shoulders, but I had always managed to handle them with grace and determination.

As I was lost in my thoughts, a sudden knock on the door interrupted my solitude. "Come in," I called out, curious to see who sought my attention at this hour.

To my surprise, when the door swung open, I found myself looking at a face I didn't recognize. A young lady, with striking hazel eyes and fiery red hair, stood before me. Her presence in my office was unexpected, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in question.

"Who are you?" I inquired, trying to keep my tone neutral.

The lady stepped forward with a hint of nervousness in her expression. "My name is Gracie, Your Majesty. I'm the daughter of Robles, a council member of the Silver Crest pack."

I nodded, recalling Robles as one of the more