Crystal's POV:
The Alpha of the Cherry Bay Pack was called Sorrell Estrada. He was unable to attend the parade because he was ill, so the Beta of the pack had come in his stead.
Sure enough, Sorrell did appear to be a seriously ill person. His face was as pale as a sheet, and there was barely any color in his lips.
I picked up the tea cup I was served, but did not drink its contents. I sat there, smiling as I spouted halfhearted praises for the development of the Cherry Bay Pack.
Not once did Sorrell betray his emotions. Even his voice was monotonous. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was a robot. Strangely, though, he looked straight at me when he spoke. I felt as though he was peering into my soul, and I bristled with unease.
Another odd thing was the fact that he never asked about my identity, nor did he seem inclined to do so. Instead, he ushered me inside without even asking why the royal family had sent me.
After some consideration, I decided to breach the subject first. "The royal family sent me here to meet with the lycan king," I said slowly.
"His Majesty is not here," Sorrell said in a low voice as he turned his listless eyes out the window. He looked like his soul had somehow been cleaved from his body.
"The king is not here? When did he leave?" I pressed.
I was getting miffed by this old man's attitude.
"I haven't seen the king for a long time. It looks like you've come to the wrong place." Sorrell turned to face me, his lips automatically curling into a smile.
Rage and anxiety roiled inside me. I knocked the table over without thinking and demanded, "What do you mean by that? After the surprise attack against your pack, King Rufus set out to investigate the incident himself. How can you say that he has not come?"
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