Pursuing My Rejected Alpha
Chapter 17

Lady Adele Fangblade's words were basically a jab at her own son, who immediately began protesting, "Mom, that is not true."

The woman tapped at her son's cheek fondly. "I am just messing with you. I do think that you spend more time in this hospital when there are two people that you have to visit, hmm?" Ronan had no answer to that. He just gave his mother a gentle smile.

Lucien suddenly felt self-conscious. Should he really barge in when Ronan was spending time with his mother? Of course not. In that case, better make it short.

"Lady Adele Fangblade, nice to meet you. Thank you for lending me the shawl. And I am really sorry for my behavior previously."

Lucien held the cashmere shawl in front of him like some sort of sacrificial item. Ronan threw Lucien a quizzical glance, clearly curious about Lucien's improper behavior toward his mother. His mother could not help but break into laughter. "Oh my. You don't have to apologize. I was indeed being nosy and judgmental. Ronan, honey, why don't you get us something to drink? Mother is thirsty." "Alright, Mom."

Ronan's hand lingered on his mother's shoulder for a few seconds before it left. When he passed by Lucien, he briefly hugged him. The gesture did not escape Lady Adele Fangblade's keen observation. Smiling, she gestured for Lucien to come closer.

.....

"Come, child. Come sit next to me."

She patted on a bench just next to her wheelchair. Lucien obediently took a seat.

"Your shawl," he said, again offering the shawl to the lady.

Unexpectedly, she grabbed his hand instead. "Keep it. I want to give it to you."

"I cannot accept it," Lucien quickly said. "This is....!"

Lady Adele Fangblade shook her head. "If I say that I am giving it to you, then you should accept it. Why so reluctant to accept my gift?"

Lucien's Adam's apple bobbed up and down nervously. The shawl itself was expensive, but the real value lay within the sigil that was carefully sewn into the shawl. It was not something that one could buy at any store. For a Fangblade, items bearing their house's sigil must be worth more than any amount of gold.

"I trust that you will take good care of it," the lady gently said.

Lucien nodded stiffly.

"Take it as my thanks for loving my stupid son."

"

"As someone who has experienced the backlash of a mating bond, I can imagine why your health suddenly declined and you had to disappear for years. I am sorry. My son is impulsive. I did not teach him well."

Lucien remained silent. He had never once spoken about his mysterious disease, but he knew how it came to be. The effect of betrayal by a fated mate was as severe as that by a bonded mate. Because fated mates were rare, no one really knew what would happen if they ended up having s****l relations with other people.

Lucien too did not know. Until he tasted it himself.

For years, Lucien had paid for Ronan's licentious behavior with his own body. Every single intimate encounter for Ronan equaled a torture session for Lucien. He never knew it for sure, but he felt it in his heart.

The feeling of having his heart ripped into pieces.

When the man who he loved, who said he loved him in return, did not shy from betraying their fated connection, again and again.

Lucien's devastation must be written all over his face because Lady Adele Fangblade suddenly moved to hug him.

"I apologize on his behalf. He didn't know he would hurt you by doing that. Fated mates are something so rare that the werewolf community does not have a set of written rules for them."

"I don't blame him," Lucien said over the lady's shoulder.

Lucien really didn't. After all, Ronan needed to heal from the rejection. Even if he had not behaved wantonly, one day he had to take a proper Luna and mate with her. Either way, Lucien was bound to be hurt again and again. No one knew when it would end. Lady Adele Fangblade released Lucien and gave him a sad smile.

"He does, and I do too."

"There is no need," Lucien said.

It was part of the deal. To his greatest consternation, Ronan was still unmarried and heirless. It was as if his suffering all these years were for nothing.

Lady Adele Fangblade grabbed both of Lucien's hands.

"My son loves you," she said in all seriousness. "For the sake of both of you, will you consider letting him pursue you?"

Lucien furrowed his brows.

"Lady Fangblade, Ronan needs a Luna. A Luna who can birth him some healthy pups. I cannot do that."

Tears glistened in the lady's eyes.

"Of course you cannot give birth to his pups, but is that so important?"

"What can be more important?" Lucien challenged the elder woman.

After all, that was the most important duty of a Luna. A Luna who could not give birth to pups was only half a Luna, no matter how wise or how devoted she was to the pack. "Happiness, my child," she answered. "As simple as that. Happiness."

"Ronan will be happy when he meets the right one," Lucien said, his voice trembling from pain.

In fact, he already did. Lillian Woodland.

Suddenly, Lucien's throat became dry.

Lillian Woodland would make a perfect Luna for Ronan. She was smart, beautiful, and she hailed from a prominent pack.

Their relationship had been announced during the Moon Banquet. They had given their promises to each other. Dane Silverback approved of her. Everyone did.

Lucien staggered to his feet, his legs shaky from the realization.

"Lucien? What happened?"

Lady Adele Fangblade extended her hand toward Lucien to pull him closer, but Lucien already retreated a few steps back. "Lucien?"

He was so stupid.

He should have known that Ronan was only keeping him company to keep Landon at bay.

It did not matter whether Ronan realized the truth about the past or not.

Ronan was no longer his, and he would never be his. Never again.

Lucien was not sure what made him angrier: the fact that he was hurt by the mere existence of Lillian Woodland or that despite all his speech about being a good Alpha, marrying a Luna, and siring pups, he secretly harbored the wish to have Ronan all for himself. Why was he so weak?

How could he even give Ronan the tiniest glimmer of hope? Where did his self-restraint go? Did Landon swallow all of it when he came back to Lucien?

"I have to go," the man pressed a hand against his forehead.

The lady in front of him looked half confused and half terrified. "Is something wrong? You look so pale..."

"I am fine, Lady Fangblade, thank you. Excuse me."

Lucien turned to go. It was best to not talk to Ronan's mother further. He did not want to let the seed of hope grow in his heart. There would and must never be anything between him and Ronan, and that was final.

'I can't believe this,' Landon growled. 'Why are you pushing Ronan away again, Lucien? I thought we had an understanding'

'Your presence muddled my brain. I got lulled into thinking that things could go back to the past.

.....

Landon humphed.

'So what. Let's just resume from where we stopped. From the way I see it, Ronan is more than willing. He has been so good to us, Lucien...

Lucien shook his head repeatedly as he marched out of the garden.

'No. Damn it, no! Landon, don't you understand! Ronan already has a future Luna!'

Landon's laughter rang out in Lucien's head.

'That coquettish lass? I saw her. Ronan will never like her!

'I don't give a damn about that. He promised to marry her!'

"Lucien!!!"

Lucien was yanked backward forcefully. He quickly lost his balance, but then two large hands grabbed him and pressed his body against a broad, warm chest. A strong sandalwood scent with an acidic tone invaded his nose and threatened to suffocate him. Ronan was angry.

"Let me go," Lucien said, his nasal passage felt like it had been set on fire.

"Ronan, let me go!!!" He repeated when the Alpha did not loosen his grip. Lucien pushed and kicked at Ronan vehemently.

"RONAN SILVERBACK! LET GO OF MY SON THIS INSTANT!"

Both Ronan and Lucien looked up in bewilderment. A huge, red lady bag slammed against the side of Ronan's face a while later.

"Ow!" The latter groaned from pain when the metal part at the front side of the bag hit his eyebrow

"Ronan!" Lady Adele Fangblade's worried voice was heard coming from a distance.

The two elder women glared at each other. One standing tall and mighty, the other one sitting on the wheelchair with a straight and unrelenting back.

Blood trickled from the wound at Ronan's eyebrow, getting into his eye. The Alpha started rubbing at his eye to get the blood out.

When Lucien's fingers pressed against the tear wound, Ronan hissed from the pain.

"You are hurt. Let's get it treated."

Half-blind, Ronan let himself be dragged by Lucien in the direction of the infirmary. Alice Clearwater and Lady Adele Fangblade took their eyes off each other long enough to see their sons leaving before they continued glaring at each other.

It was not until Annalynne arrived that she managed to drag her mother out of the garden. Lady Adele Fangblade pursed her lips in displeasure. Lucien had a meek personality, where did that mother even come from? Was she even his biological mother? Inside the infirmary, Lucien told Ronan to sit on a bench. He got permission from a nurse to access the first-aid kit, so he cleaned Ronan's wound and treated it with iodine, gauze, and bandage.

"Not bad," Ronan praised him. "You can work as a Healer."

"Don't be silly," Lucien chastised him.

Healers were required to do more than just treat small wounds like these.

Ronan put his arms around Lucien's waist and burrowed his face into Lucien's stomach.

"What made you so upset?" He asked softly. "Did my mother say something wrong?"

Lucien sighed.

He buried his fingers into Ronan's hair and yanked it backward.

"Ow!"

The Alpha stared at Lucien, who looked down at him with the same pair of cold eyes as months ago.

"Lulu..."

"She didn't say anything wrong. I just don't think that you and I should hang out anymore."

Lucien pushed Ronan away. This time, Ronan's arms fell weakly off his body.

"Are you going back to Kinnon?"

Lucien remained quiet.

"Are you?"

Ronan repeated his question. Lucien could see the muscle at his cheek twitching violently as a thousand negative thoughts took root in his brain. 'You better remember what I told you, Lucien!'

Landon's words were full of threat.

'If you decide to marry Kinnon Youngshaper despite my warning, I will overpower you again and kill him as soon as I get the chance!

'You will not, Lucien said decisively.

'Then you know what not to do.'

Of course he knew.

And that was also what he told Ronan.

"No, I am not."

There was no point getting together with Kinnon if Landon was going to try murdering Kinnon the whole time.

"No."

The dark clouds on Ronan's head literally dissipated into thin air when he heard Lucien's answer.

"Good," he said, heaving a sigh of relief.

Unhappy, Lucien folded his arms before his chest and glared at the Alpha.

Good?

Good for what, exactly? Was Ronan relieved that Lucien remained single while he himself was about to build a family with Lillian Woodland? How selfish.

Lucien was disgusted with both Ronan and himself. This was what he wanted. He should be happy. Once Ronan was happily married, he could decide what to do with the rest of his life. "Lucien."

Ronan pulled at Lucien's elbow, forcing the tightly folded arms to come apart until a hand was free for Ronan to wrap his hands around.

"I love you, Lucien. I love you with all my heart. Please stop running away from me."

Lucien swallowed hard. Ronan pinned him with a sharp gaze. If Lucien dared to say something wrong, that gaze might just cut him into pieces. And yet, Lucien still had to say it. Even if it was a lie, even if it hurt him to even say it out loud, he had to say it. "I don't..."

Swift like a predator, Ronan got to his feet, pulled Lucien toward himself, and planted a kiss against Lucien's lips. The latter gaped at the former in disbelief. He rubbed at his lips and tried again.

"Ronan, I..."

Ronan kissed him again, this time it took longer for him to release Lucien. The redhead had to literally claw at Ronan's back and smack hard at his chest to get away from him.

Ronan raised an eyebrow at Lucien, smiling innocently as if he did not just silence the other man twice in a row.

"Yes? What did you want to say?"

Lucien stepped away from Ronan, his face sour with indignation.

.....

"I... Mmphh!"

BANG!

Ronan slammed Lucien against a nearby wall. He pressed their lips together for another long, suffocating kiss. By the time Ronan released him, Lucien was panting and red in the face.

Ronan turned Lucien around and hugged the man from behind. Lucien was pressed between the wall and Ronan's body. He looked so pitiful. And so captivating. The man planted small kisses along Lucien's fair neck and settled at his nape. The danger was imminent. Lucien let out a gasp, and then a plea.

"Ronan, don't."

Something wild flickered in Ronan's eyes. Lucien's scent tickled his heart, clouding his senses. How he wanted to just sink his fangs into Lucien's nape and claimed the man in his arms as his.

It did not matter if Lucien never bit him in return.

If the half-bond mark disappeared, he just had to bite him again and again.

Until the mark carved itself on Lucien's neck, leaving a scar that would never disappear.

Until Lucien understood that he would never be able to get away from Ronan in this life.

Until the man was his. Body, heart, and soul.

Ronan's tongue brushed against Lucien's nape, causing the latter to shudder and unwittingly moaned out his name.

"Ronan... ah..."

If Lucien was trying to curb Ronan's desire, he was doing a very poor job at it. Save for the two men's heavy breathing sound and rapid heartbeat, the room was very quiet.

In Ronan's head, Beowulf was constantly howling for him to do it.

'Mark him.'

'Do it already, Ronan. Do it!'

The man in front of him did not resist. It was almost as if he was waiting for Ronan to do what he wanted to do. It was as if he also wanted it.

Ronan's hunting breath lingered against Lucien's neck long enough before he finally decided to forsake his animalistic desire and released Lucien from his embrace.

The warmth at his back suddenly disappeared, and Lucien was left in a daze for some time. For once, he wanted Ronan to do it. He wanted Ronan to mark him, to show everyone in the werewolf community that he still desired Lucien. What if Lucien marked him as well?

Would that have changed anything?

Lucien's hand reached after Ronan's neck. The latter was rather startled, but he did not utter any word of objection. Lucien's fingers caressed the spot at Ronan's neck. He stared at the man's nape.

Despite the rejection, they were still fated mates. It only took two bites during s*x to forever bind them together as mates. Lucien knew that Ronan desired him. If Lucien wanted to, he could do it... Lure Ronan into his bed, let the man f**k him until he forgot his own name, and then...

Ronan hoisted Lucien's body with both hands under his buttocks, and the latter obediently wrapped his legs around Ronan's waist. Their mixed scent permeated the room, the combined fragrance acted like a special aphrodisiac that only applied to the couple. Ronan carried Lucien to a nearby patient bed and lowered him on top of it.

Lucien was so beautiful.

His cheeks were like blooming pink roses. His eyes were glassy from pent-up desire. His body was slender and alluring...

Ronan climbed on top of the bed and pressed their bodies together.

"Ah... Ahh..."

Eyes closed, Lucien's moans reverberated throughout the room. It was the most beautiful music that Ronan had ever heard, more pleasing than the choir of a thousand angels. It awakened his bestial side.

Ronan supported his upper body with both arms while he rammed his lower body against Lucien's, mimicking the act of copulation. He wanted to rip both of their clothes so bad. In his head, he saw himself doing exactly that, tearing every piece of clothing away from Lucien, and exposing him to Ronan's hungry eyes.

"Ronan..."

Lucien was calling for him.

Oh, his beloved Lucien...

Ronan covered the man's seductive lips with his own while he continued to thrust rapidly against Lucien's body.

It was so hot down there.

It was as if someone set them both on fire.

Ronan was aching for release.

He wanted to rip Lucien's pants off and shoved his engorged organ rudely into the man. He wanted to climb the peak of pleasure together with his lover, moaning and groaning their way to the top, only to plunge together into the sea of bliss. To drown in the afterglow of their union.

"Mmmhh...!!!"

Lucien furrowed his brows in pain when Ronan bit into his lip. The latter thrust violently against him, causing the whole bed to rattle like insane. The uncontrolled moans only added more decadence to the atmosphere.

"Lulu..."

"Ronan..."

"Lulu, I love you... I love you! Ahh...!!!"

"AHHH!!!"

Both of them screamed in unison. Not because they just climaxed. It was because they were falling. Unable to support the two men and the strenuous exercise that went on, the poor bed finally gave up and crumbled under the weight of the two lovebirds. Ronan and Lucien groaned amidst the broken bed. Being the one on the top, Ronan was entirely unharmed. As soon as he got on his feet first, he pulled Lucien up and examined him.

"Lulu, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Lucien shook his head.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE???"

The door opened with a bang and a very unhappy nurse - the same one who threw Ronan and Kinnon out for fighting inside a hospital ward - came in. When she saw what remained from the hospital bed in the infirmary, she almost lost it. "What have you two done!" She howled in distress.

The nurse pushed both men aside to look at the ruins in disbelief. The poor bed! It had served countless patients in the hospital. To be destroyed in such a horrible way!

"We didn't do anything, it just broke," Ronan lied without batting an eyelid.

.....

Lucien shot him a glare, but he too was unwilling to tell the nurse that they had been rocking the bed hard and exhausted its capacity.

Unfortunately, the thick pheromones that permeated the room did not help their case.

"LIAR!" The nurse snapped, calling them out on Ronan's lie.

Not wanting to argue further, Ronan dragged Lucien out of the infirmary before they were thrown out of the hospital for real.

Once they went out to an empty corridor, though, Lucien pulled his hand free from Ronan's grip.

Ronan turned around and saw Lucien who stood just two steps away with his head lowered in distress.

"Lulu?"

Ronan held out his hand to caress Lucien's hair, but before his fingers even sank into the tangles of the red-blond hair, the man already moved away from him.

"I am sorry," Lucien said. "It was a mistake. I got carried away."

Ronan's face turned cold.

A mistake?

He grabbed at Lucien's upper arm and yanked him upward, forcing the latter to look up at him.

"How so?"

As Lucien's heart hardened, so did his gaze. He looked Ronan straight in the eyes and lied.

"I do not feel the same way about you."

Ronan chuckled, not from amusement but irritation.

"You liar," he called him out.

Lucien smirked.

"If I love you, I would not have picked Kinnon over you," he taunted.

"If I loved you, I would not have broken up with you in the first place."

The vein in Ronan's temple twitched. Really. Lucien was so determined to sever their relations that he literally pulled out all the stops. He knew how to hurt Ronan, and he used all the weapons that he had just to drive Ronan away.

Relief mixed with pain spread in Lucien's heart when he saw the hurt in Ronan's eyes. As always, it was easy to hurt Ronan, to drive the man away.

"Goodbye, Mr. Silverback," Lucien said before he turned to leave.

He had barely walked away when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his body and his back was pressed against a broad, strong, and warm chest. Ronan's voice was steady when he spoke in a low voice.

"Stop lying to me, I beg you."

"I did not lie," Lucien said.

"Liar," Ronan whispered.

"Ronan, I..."

"I don

care what you say. You are dishonest

your words. Only your body and your wolf are honest.

Lucien closed his eyes with a sigh.

"I am not going to listen to you again. I wish I never did."

The Alpha was naturally referring to their breakup from seven years ago. On drunken nights when Ronan lay awake on the bed, with or without a naked body on his bed, he always wondered whether things would be different if he had not listened to Lucien. When Lucien spoke about the rejection, what if Ronan had said no?

What if Ronan had insisted on pursuing Lucien?

Would things have been different?

Would his wretched father let go of Clearwater Finance because Ronan was so persistent?

Maybe Ronan could even help the Silent Walkers Pack using his mother's resources. Or his own.

Anything.

Anything just to keep the beautiful boy from that time in his arms, in his bed, his limbs entangled with his own as they drank from each other's fountain of love.

Lucien sighed in exasperation when he could not break free from Ronan's grip.

"You don't know the truth," he said, cursing at his hoarse voice that was brimming with suppressed emotions.

Lucien cleared his throat.

"You don't really know how I feel about you."

"Oh, I do," the Alpha answered.

Lucien started to get annoyed.

"You don't," he insisted.

"I do," the man behind Lucien refused to give in.

"Ronan, you..."

Lucien roared in distress.

"Believe what you want, now let me go."

Whether Ronan believed him or not, it did not matter. Lucien got rid of him once. He could do it all over again.

As long as he maintained his distance from the man, he would be able to persevere.

Until Ronan gave up for good.

Until he was properly married.

Until he had a family of his own.

Lucien's eyes started to sting, so he rubbed at them. Some wetness stuck to his fingers.

Until Ronan became a respectable Alpha. Just like they all wanted him to be.

Lucien closed his eyes while tilting his head upward, striving to prevent the hot tears from falling.

A soft sigh escaped Ronan.

"If you are so sure about not liking me, then why are you crying?" The Alpha asked.

"I am not crying," Lucien snapped. Only for his tears to fall for real.

Damn it.

Lucien wanted to curse at everyone and everything. He quickly wiped his tears away, but Ronan already saw them.

The Alpha turned Lucien around and looked at the latter's tear-streaked face. Although Lucien's face was full of indignation, the tears were proof of his anguish.

Ronan did not like it when Lucien cried. Unless of course, it was Ronan who made him cry.

Ronan pulled Lucien close and planted a soft kiss on the man's lips.

"You love me," he decided.

What brought about this unexpected surge of confidence?

Or was it just a fake one?

Was this how he won the hearts of all those whores of his?

By manipulating them into loving him?

Lucien glared at Ronan. When the latter reached out to caress Lucien's cheek, his hand was viciously slapped away.

Lucien hated it when Ronan did not listen to him, but he hated it even more to be babied around. By anyone, but especially by Ronan.

"I am not one of your whores," Lucien had to remind the Alpha.

Ronan gave Lucien an indulgent smile. He tilted his head slightly to the side while observing Lucien's twitching lips. It was great when Lucien was anything but condescending and cold. It made Lucien more approachable. More human.

"You are not," Ronan agreed.

.....

Before Lucien said anything in return, Ronan grabbed his hand and pulled him away.

"Where are you taking me?"

"I thought you are getting discharged."

Well, that was not wrong.

After exiting the corridor, the two men arrived at the foyer.

In the left corner of the foyer, Alice Clearwater and Lady Adele Fangblade were facing each other and chatting in a serious tone. Once Ronan and Lucien approached them, they stopped talking altogether. It was pretty clear who they had been talking about.

The lady in the wheelchair exhaled out of relief when she saw Lucien, but her expression turned stern when she saw Lucien's reddened eyes and bitten lips.

"Ronan, have you been bullying Lucien? Why did he cry?" The lady snapped at her son.

Ronan's lips parted in surprise. His mother was probably the only person in the whole world who did not have the slightest qualm about chastising her son in front of outsiders.

Lucien wiped at his eyes in a hurry, but it was a little late to hide at that moment. It was also rather stupid to lie about not crying.

Alice approached her son with a sigh.

"Lulu, are you alright?"

"Mn. Mom, let's go home."

Alice nodded.

"Right. Anna is handling your discharge procedure. We already emptied the ward. Why don't we wait in the car?"

"Okay."

Lucien gave Lady Adele Fangblade a polite nod. "Lady Fangblade, I shall take my leave."

"Wait," she pleaded. "Please come closer, Lucien."

Lucien approached her and she put the quilt with the Fangblade family sigil around him. The cashmere quilt felt warm around Lucien's shoulder. As warm as Lady Adele Fangblade's eyes.

"Take care of yourself, Lucien."

"You too."

Lucien did not know what to say to Ronan, so he chose to say nothing and leave. And yet, Ronan still had something else to say to him.

"Lulu, I am not playing around with you. Please think about it."

He was being vague in his words, but Lucien knew what Ronan was talking about.

If Lucien was not going to move forward with his marriage plan, then Ronan wanted him to reconsider the continuation of their romantic affair.

Lucien gave Ronan a brief glance but said nothing. It was not something that he could decide on the spot. Especially because of the deal that his father had with Dane Silverback. How much did Ronan replace out about the past? Did he know about the deal?

Unlikely...

Annalynne came over soon enough.

"All finished!" She declared ecstatically. "We can go back!"

Lucien gave Ronan one last look once the car departed the hospital ground. It just so happened that Ronan was also looking in Lucien's direction so they got to exchange looks for a few seconds.

His gaze held a certain expectation. The kind of expectation that Lucien was unable to fulfill.

Lucien sighed once Ronan was no longer in sight.

"Lulu? Are you uncomfortable?" Alice was concerned. The past few days had been very peaceful, but today was rather eventful. Alice did not know how to interpret it. She only knew that something was coming up real soon.

"I am fine, Mom."

Lucien leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes.

He had to be fine.

He could not afford to be anything but fine.

Because after he left the hospital, a storm was bound to happen.

The car arrived at Blue Hill City close to dinner time. Lucien felt somewhat lethargic when he got off the car and walked toward the Pack House.

The last time he left the Pack House, he carried with him the combined hope of the whole pack. Now he came back bearing nothing more than disappointment.

The news about what happened at Hapsborough City already spread to the whole werewolf community, including the Silent Walkers Pack. It was received with a large amount of trepidation that grew more and more with each passing day.

The pack members knew that there was nothing that Lucien could have done to prevent it, but it still did not make them feel any better.

What was to be the future of the Silent Walkers Pack?

Alice Clearwater had other worries in mind.

What was to happen to her son?

She had hoped that Lucien would have some days to sort his thoughts out and maybe plan for what's to come, alas time waited for no one.

Barely two days passed after they returned from the hospital when a somber-looking letter arrived for Lucien. The envelope was sealed with the familiar wax seal of Werewolf Council. The red impression depicted two wolves with their backs facing each other and

the Moon Goddess standing behind them.

Lucien calmly tore the letter open and read the content.

The day had finally come.

"Dear Mr. Lucien Clearwater,

to address the recent event that transpired between yourself and the Alpha of the Night Prowler Pack, Kinnon Youngshaper, we herewith invite both of you to attend the hearing on 5th October, 10 AM. Said hearing shall take place in the Werewolf Council

Headquarters at the North Ridge Forest.

We expect you to arrive in time for the hearing, please make your preparations accordingly.

Sincerely yours,

The Werewolf Council."