Chapter 171

ALPHA ZADE

We are surrounded by more than twenty men, all looking like they would tear us apart if we so much as breathe heavily.

Feyre is extremely calm, which makes her look even more dreamy in my eyes.

Their alpha, a burly dark-skinned man with long curly hair steps forward. He is wearing weird pants with no shirt, a bag slung over his shoulder holds his arrows while the bow remains in his hand.

He stares down at us, curious and cautious.

He speaks in a foreign language, his voice rough.

Feyre turns to me and I shake my head. I try to crack through my brain to see if I have heard it before.

Slowly, I get to my feet and help Feyre up too, making sure she is by my side. They have formed a circle around us, trying to keep up their intimidating thing.

"Do you speak English?" I asked the man who is standing closest to us.

He stares at me blankly. "Or French or Latin perhaps, Greek?" I ask, speaking all the languages for each.