"Our blacksmith, Alpha?" Lucas blinked and looked up at the man with confusion. What did their Alpha need from someone who made armors, weapons, and other metal items?
"Do I need to repeat myself, Lucas?"
"Of course not, Alpha. I will summon our best blacksmith right away. Shall I send him here at the door or at the study?" The Beta asked.
Leland glanced once again over his shoulder. His mate was still fast asleep, but the Alpha didn't want to let his mate out of his sight if he had a choice. "Summon him here."
"I will do it at once."
"Good."
Lucas was unsure of what the Alpha wanted with one of their blacksmiths. It was a rather strange request that put even him, who was Leland's second-in-command, into a state of confusion.