Chapter 19. Married

“Luna Lamina, Elder Courdamus is here.” The guard outside the study room announced. From the paper she was looking at, her gaze moved towards the closed door.

“Let him in,” she coldly answered and instantly put the papers inside her table’s drawer. The door banged open, and an old man entered.

He was Elder Courdamus, one of the members of the Were Elders Council and the eldest wolf in their pack.

Lamina evilly smiled at him as she removed her reading eyeglass and placed it on the table.

“Finally, you’re here. Sit down.” It was supposed to be a courteous act, but it came out as an order instead.

The old man sat on the couch in front of her and crossed his legs. His expression was stoic yet cunning — a typical look of Elder Courdamus.

“So, do you have any news for me?” Lamina eagerly asked as she intertwined her hands together and placed her chin on top of it.

He lit his tobacco pipe and started to smoke.

Lamina’s eyes narrowed into thin