Skye's POV Robin frowned in annoyance as he walked into the study. These days, this is where I find comfort, in the books of my father. My father was indeed a marvelous writer and a wide intellectual reader. His books had a way of captivating his readers. "This has been sent in by the crescents, Skye and it's directed to you," he said."I'm sure you know what to do with it," I responded still engulfed in one of my father's books and he stared at me dumbly.I took one glance at him and returned to my reading. "Read it out loud," I said to him."I'm afraid I cannot obey you this time, Skye," he replied, and I gave him a hard look. "Forgive me, alpha," he said lowering his head. "But, I cannot read out this abominable letter." he added.I stared at him skeptically. "Bring it," I replied, gesturing to the table.He dropped the letter on the table and I picked it up. With a glance at the letter, I understood it all. A small smile crept at the corners of my lips as I leaned into the chair
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