At Silver Crescent Pack
Nasser was almost near his manor when he received a telepathic report from his men that Gilas had arrived outside with Lady Clara.
[Should we let them in, milord?]
[Let them wait in the waiting area,] Nasser instructed. [Don't let Gilas inside the mansion till I arrive.]
Shaking his head, Nasser grunted in annoyance. "What is he up to this time?"
Gilas was seriously testing his patience. It was getting harder and harder to hold his reign over him with each passing day, and he just knew that his son would try something one of these days.
'Was he at least able to get Clara onto our side?'
At the thought, a smile curved onto his face. Clara or Freya were one of the best choices that his son could get for themselves. Either of the two would be fine for his plans, and he could only guess that his son simply chose to pursue his mate. That was understandable, seeing as the King would definitely not allow a union between Gilas and his sister.
