Chapter Eighty Brad and Sydney

*Prince Brad *

I never liked Charles and his arrogant pale face showing off in the Langston Palace. He might be related to me by blood but he is more like his father, who is a white wolf from the North. The wolves of the Langston family are only grey or brown to streaks of black yet Charles's wolf is as white as snow, a total opposite of his character. Despite that, I have to respect him being two decades older than me. It does not show in his face but he is a much older wolf with no mate and a mean character that I am worried about Sydney going to the North.

As we wait for the Coopers to come and send them off, my pride and my feelings for Sydney are eating me alive. I gulp down a glass of whiskey and look at the front doors when a warrior bows his head to make an announcement.

"Your majesty, the Coopers are coming in."

My father signaled his hand to let them inside. "Finally, the Coopers are here Charles."

We all focus our sight on the front doors as they open. Sydney stands up to m