A few minutes later,Sierra retrieved a document from a leather-bound folder—a folder that smelled faintly of pine and damp earth,the distinct scent of the Pack’s official business.She handed it to Elara.
“I understand.This is the Separation Decree,drafted by Mr.Weston,the Pack’s legal elder.He isn’t here today,so he instructed me to pass it to you.You simply need to find a way to get the Alpha King’s mark on it.Also,the original territorial agreement must be clarified.The mandatory cooling-off period for a severance is three lunar cycles,so be prepared for the fallout.”
Elara took the brittle parchment,the faint smell of the Pack’s seal catching in her throat,and nodded stiffly.“Understood.”
She left Sierra’s study and drove her dusty truck through the winding mountain roads,heading toward the Alpha’s main keep—The Blackwood Manor,which served as the headquarters for Thorne Industries,the Pack’s shell company.