A few minutes earlier, Luna Lagartha donned her cloak in the pack house before making her way to Alpha Arnold, who was seated on the couch engrossed in a book. He appeared dignified in that moment, making it hard to believe he was a man of questionable character. Upon sensing her approach, he smiled and greeted her, "Lagartha," his voice smooth and sweet, reminiscent of honey—no one else, not even winter, addressed her in such a manner. He rose and placed the book on the side table. "Tomorrow, we will proceed as planned," he informed her, to which she nodded in agreement. "That's good, but I've noticed that the pack's security has tightened a bit," she remarked, and he acknowledged her observation with a nod. He had indeed noticed the changes, but he was confident that with the support they had, they would be an unstoppable force. "Lagartha," he called her again, clicking his tongue playfully. "Or should I say Luna Lagartha? How is your husban
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