Book 4: Chapter 21

Alpha King Damon

In garnet falls, we tie our horses up to posts in the sheltered, wooden stables behind the local tavern and go inside. We wait at the bar to be served, and when the bar-mistress is free, we book two rooms for the night.

“We men can bunk in with each other, and the ladies can have their own room.” I say.

Vivian nods.

It’s late, a storm is brewing outside, and we’re starving and exhausted. We sit in a quiet corner of the room, near the fireplace, minding our own business, drinking beer, and eavesdropping on the conversations between the villagers.

“It was so rude of the knight to leave with her like that. We had gifts for her too, but she was a rude, entitled girl,” a young woman with brown eyes, red hair in a messy bun, in a black shawl, tells her companion.

I scull my pint to try and stop my wolf from letting out a growl at the woman’s disrespectful words towards my Luna.

Vivian stands up and walks past the ladies and