Chapter 163. Bad Feelings

Rufus’s POV

‘I don’t like them,’ Silver grunted in my mind, and I could sense a similar feeling to how my wolf felt.

‘You mean the flamboyant wizard? Or his two hangers on?’ I asked internally, a smirk to my lips as I did. My eyes shifted from Gerald to his bodyguards.

‘Heh,’ Silver responded with a chuckle ‘Just be careful, I don’t like the idea of werewolf killers anywhere near us.’

‘I can take care of them,’ I said confidently ‘If he needs muscle following him around, he can’t be up to much can he?’

‘Absolutely not,’ Silver said amused ‘But I’m here if things go South.’

‘Thanks buddy,’ I said, before breaking the silence between us.

“How’s the tea?” I asked, after I cleared my throat to disturb the quiet in the room.

“It’s not bad,” Gerald responded, and I knew he was being polite by the small grimace on his face as he finally took a sip.

I decided to humor him. “Usually Freya is the tea maker in this house, she just ha