Chapter 145. Ezekiel meets Elijah

The scouts shifted uneasily, realising too late that they’d struck something deep, “Alpha, he’s just a human merchant. Nothing more. We didn’t...”

“Describe his looks,” Ezekiel cut in sharply, as the wooden desk he was gripping caved in and snapped in two. His eyes glowed faintly, and the wolf beneath his skin stirred by a rage he struggled to contain.

The scouts hesitated. Then one swallowed and continued, careful with every word, “He had dark eyes and he’s over six feet with even dark hair. He’s almost huge, and he...,”

“I’ve heard enough,” Ezekiel said again, and the scouts became silent.

Ezekiel sat back on the couch, feigning calm on the outside, but his muscles coiled on the inside and he struggled to keep his breathing even.

“You may leave,” he said smoothly, dismissing them with a flick of his hand.

They bowed, relief flooding their faces, and hurried out.

The doors closed shut, and the chamber was left in silence.

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