After a quick hello to Oleksander and Raoul, I was off for home again. While I'd thought the king of the werewolves had an important message for me, considering Charlotte's mention he wanted to see me, it turned out to be nothing of the sort.
"Sydlynn." The huge were with the iron gray hair and beard engulfed me in his massive arms, crushing me to his broad chest a moment before setting me free. "It is wonderful to see you."
Oleksander had blossomed as much as his granddaughter. The pensive, serious werewolf I'd first met was gone, a benevolent monarch left behind. It was clear his people worshipped him by the way the gathered pack members watched him, bowed as he bent to kiss the back of my hand. Good to know the werewolves were in such dependable paws.
"You too," I said. "You're coming tomorrow?" Wow, was it really tomorrow? Conclave already. I thought I still had lots of time.
Not so much.