#Chapter 73: Falling

Logan The Alpha King’s study was filled with worn old books and held the lingering smell of wood smoke from his dying hearth. The air always felt a little heavier here, as though the weight of the kingdom had seeped into the furniture. It weighed on me acutely as I stood waiting for his verdict He didn’t look up right away when I entered, just nodded toward the empty chair in front of his desk and steepled his fingers. “You summoned me, Your Majesty,” I said, keeping my voice neutral. I was good at putting on an appearance of calm. I often had to, as the pack’s leader. He finally raised his head. His expression was unreadable as always, but there was something new behind his eyes. It took me a moment to identify that it was something soft and worn. “I did,” he said. His voice, as always, was a thunderous boom in the quiet. A beat passed. Then he leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “I called you here to say thank you… for bringing Evelyn home.” The silence that fo