Chapter 49. Fallen Shahara

“The king will be here later, Your Grace.” Arlan politely informed Tamara as he went towards the pack’s infirmary after the meeting that he attended with the king and the Were Elders’ Council members.

Her left brow automatically shot upwards, giving aura her serious and intimidating expression. “And what was the meeting all about?” She inquisitively asked.

Arlan swallowed hard as he hesitatingly stared at her.

Tamara let out a deep sigh. She knew that she was giving Arlan now a hard time, but she was annoyed, and it was creeping into her system, which she couldn’t control, and she didn’t know the reason why.

“Come on, Arlan, I wouldn’t do a thing, I promise.” She carefully added in a calmer demeanor this time, causing the king’s second-in-command to sigh in defeat.

“The members wanted to move the wedding and coronation on the might of the Full Moon.” He prudently stated.

Tamara almost groaned in frustration as she rolled her eyes at that particula