Gregor paced in the balcony of his room as he heard the wolves howl in the far distance. He looked up at the night sky at the hair crescent moon. "I don't want to marry Aria. Everything will ruin if she enters my life. I need a mate. Please... Help me find her," he said, feeling conflicted.
As the gentle breeze blew, his silver hair swept with it, revealing his full forehead. A sigh escaped his mouth as he rested his hands on the balustrade. "Maybe I'll find one in tomorrow's ball. I just pray that Aria doesn't ask her father to set us up. I'll be trapped if that happens," he muttered.
Gregor stayed on the balcony for a while before returning to his chamber. His eyes grew slightly big seeing his father there.
"Father, how long have you been waiting for me? Why didn't you call for me?" Gregor asked.
"I felt you needed some alone time, son," Alpha Jasper said, gesturing to him to take a seat.