My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"Hey, don't do that. You are not weak."

"Are you a mind reader too?"

"It's my job to anticipate what the Luna Queen needs, which has me interacting with a lot of different people, including warriors. You all have a look when you feel inadequate in some way." He gives me a look like when Alpha Lucas is trying to get a point across without giving a direct answer. "I have seen warriors come back looking far worse than you from battle. It is just part of the dynamic here."

I nod and try to change the subject. "How old is the Royal Pack? Some of the buildings look like they grew out of the mountain."

King of the Royal Pack. Which doesn't sound like that long ago, but as wolves we age more slowly than humans, so many Kings, who didn't die in battle, made it to close to a hundred before they even considered retiring. It sounds like they were all well loved

informed. What is my role exactly? Everyone at the warrior camp seems very confused that I would be invited to protect Prince Xander, but I can't think of any other reason anyone would

to make friends as fast as he did in your pack. He talked of nothing but the couple of days he spent with you and all of your friends. It was a welcome break from all of the parading around he usually does. Second, you are a gorgeous female that any guy would probably cut his left arm off to have the chance to call his date for the evening. Third, you can handle yourself. These pompous assholes seem to think that because they have been

laugh. Before

double doors made of thick dark wood with black metal accents and handles. This seems to be a theme on all of the older buildings I have seen on the territory.

the glare is just to strong for me to see anything in the morning light. From here the