MALRIC
"It is quite the scare to know that my future sister-in-law is among that lot."
Scarlett NorthSteed Junior sneered while she paced the length of the temporary Alpha King's Palace at SilverHold, her boots striking the stone with deliberate disdain.
As though her opinion mattered.
Malric sat crosslegged, examining the well detailed report that had been sent to him on the brides by the Border Patrol Wolves.
The report contained every information from the bride's mannerisms, to their reactions–big or small–from the moment they arrived at the Ice Walls.
"Truth be told, I fear for you, brother." Scarlett scoffed out loud, undeterred by his silence.
"It appears you will not have much luck with a wife this time either. And if you choose poorly…" Her lips curved. "I might just kill your new wife myself. Best believe I will not let another tyrant like Aria Lupine live and breathe within the same walls as I."
