CHAPTER forty-nine: frightened little kitten

  After dining in the halls, Conroy kissed his mate goodbye and went about his kingly staples as he had to leave the castle whilst Amelia sat upon a low stool, crooning to her bairn as she patted her swollen middle.

  Her mind drifted to a conversation she once had in recent times with Gamma Ursa, one of the she-wolves in the Brown-onyx pack of the Valerian kingdom.

  Gamma Ursa is the second she-wolf in charge of matters concerning the King’s Luna after Sian who is the Beta Luna.

  Tall with a stout figure, Ursa was built for war and she was a hybrid like the king.

  “My lady, since you asked I will tell you.” Ursa had told Amelia many fortnights ago in her deep voice, “Although you are with child, the heir to the throne, it doesn’t make you the queen Luna. You don’t even have the king’s scent on you yet. That is what the other pack members in Valeria are saying.”