Chapter 71 The Queen’s Fangs
Leslie POV
Carl had always been terrifyingly efficient.
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In less than half a day, his “luggage“-which could honestly pass for a mobile armory–had been hauled into the Governor’s Estate in grand, overwhelming fashion. It included, but was not limited to: over a dozen wardes etched with different runes, several sets of battle gear made from dragonhide and mithril, and a whole collection of bizarre adventuring tools whose names I didn’t even know.
He had, in every sense of the word, moved in.
The very first thing he did after settling in was “upgrade the defense system“-in his words, to “protect his sister.” As a result, the estate’s security level was raised three full tiers.
Now? Forget Kirby. I doubted even a Crimson Moon Pack fly could buzz its way into my territory.
Meanwhile, rumors that “<i>The </i><i>de </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>Wild </i>and <i>the </i><i>Rogue </i><i>Pack Queen </i><i>are </i><i>now </i><i>cohabiting</i><i>” </i>spread like wildfire across the entire continent’s Packwork.
I didn’t care.
Because I had more important things to deal with.
“Liam,” I called my chief aide into the office, “any movement from Rowan or Draxtely?”
“Your Excellency,” Liam answered respectfully, “all the enterprises overseen by Elder Drax have been fully taken over by our people. He raised objections in the council a few days ago, but the other elders shut him down. All of his assets and holdings are being quietly acquired per your orders by Lord Thorbane. I expect he’ll be applying for ‘early retirement‘ soon. As for Bata Rowan…”
Liam hesitated for a moment.
“Speak.”
“She… she hasn’t gone quiet like we predicted. Now that she’s been pushed to the edges, she’s gone off the rails. She’s been using the remnants of Elder Drax’s influence to spread damaging rumors about you among the subordinate Packs here in Westview.”
“Rumors<b>?</b><b>” </b>I arched a brow. “Let’s hear them.”
“She’s iming that you’ve dragged all of Westview into conflict with the Crimson Moon Pack
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over a personal grudge with Kirby, using you of abusing public power for private revenge. She also says your spending during the Moon Goddess Hunt Festival was excessive and irresponsible, calling it fiscal recklessness. And she’s even gone so far as to say you’re promiscuous, involved with multiple Alphas, and unfit to serve as Governor.”
I listened quietly, and instead of anger, Iughed.
These tactics were no different from the pathetic political smear campaigns I’d seen in the human world.
“Where is she now?”
“She’s at the Silvermoon Salon, hosting a meeting with a group of minor Pack matriarchs who’ve had longstanding resentment toward you. She’s trying to stir them up to petition the royal capital for your removal.”
“Good.” A cold glint flickered in my eyes. “It’s time these brainless little pests learned how sharp a queen’s fangs can be.”
“Get the car ready. We’re going to Silvermoon Salon.”
“Your Excellency,” Liam added, “Mr. Eric also just sent word–he’ll be at Silvermoon Salon tonight as well.”
“Oh?” A slow, dangerous smile curved at the corners of my lips. “Even better. Every y needs a good audience.”
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