It turned out to be the elders, looking almost identical, each with long beards streaked with white. They were all bald, their ears adorned with several earrings, and their faces etched in a frown that I was sure was permanently carved like that.
“Alpha.” They lowered their head in obeisance as they reached Micah, their head glistening in the light.
Their gazes swept over me like cold blades, dissecting and judging, and I hated the way dread clutched me, my heart racing despite everything. Maybe it was the power they had come with, each suffocating the air, making the hairs on my skin stand.
Or maybe it was the fact that they had barged in looking like they were ready to go to war.
“What brings you to my abode?” Micah asked, his hand settled firmly on my thigh, a silent warning to anyo
