Damon stood alone inside his office. The moonlight entered through the window and touched the old wooden desk. His hands shook as he sealed the letter. He pressed his family crest into the wax and held it for a long moment. Then he called his right hand.

“Come in,” Damon said.

The door opened. His right hand stepped in, worried. “Alpha?”

Damon pushed the letter across the table. “Take this.”

He picked it up carefully as instructed by Damon. “What is this?”

“If I do not ...