Just an FYI, king is a two year old wolf and prince is only a month old.
Domestic wolves live upto 17 years.
The alarm tone of my phone beeped, making me jump up. I ran to the living at the same time everyone else did.
A few minutes later, a map, a blueprint and two texts popped up on my phone, from an unknown number.
I know this wasn't the part of the plan, but I took my spare phone with me. Love you, mi rey.
Translation: My king.
Rowan and the wolves are safe with me. Dwayne died. I need you to plan this very carefully. I'm sorry but your father will be dead by the time you get here. Use the tunnels to come get the wolves and Rowan. I've marked everything on the blueprints.
I dropped my phone in shock as my eyes went wide. Everyone stopped conversing and just looked at me expectantly.
I snapped out of it and cleared my throat.
"We're not going blind anymore. Angelina just sent me the blueprints and the maps of the house." I told them as I texted her back. I don't care if she kill the bastard I just want him dead.
Don't worry, mi reina. Kill him off.
I love you more.
Translation: My queen.
I quickly sent the maps and the blueprint of the house to Aaron so he could show it on his big screen.
I put my phone back into my pocket.
"Dwayne's dead." I blurted out.
Everyone froze.
"WHAT!" Luke yelled out.
"Dwayne died, Luke." I sighed.
I know what value he held in my queen's life.
"Fuck." He exhaled through his mouth.
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