VALTOR

The night of the dinner had finally arrived. When I stepped into the grand dining room, only Callum, his mate, his son, and Winter’s mother were present. The Alpha and Luna of the Winterwood Pack rose from their seats, bowing in respect before gesturing for me to take mine.

“The others will be here shortly, King Valtor. I hope you don’t mind,” Callum said.

I gave a curt nod in response.

Servants moved silently around the table, filling our goblets with wine.

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