Ryder
She watched as the King of Wolves and his Beta walked away from them. He’d not appeared to be impressed by what he’d seen and heard here in their little camp. Though he’d wrinkled his nose at the smell, he’d also not brought it up, other than to comment on why he thought they didn’t bathe.
They, the Mate-less, had shown him just how little faith they had in him, in their own kind, by standing up ready to do battle with him even, when he’d touched her without permission. He’d not only registered it, but as he’d walked away he’d muttered to his Beta ‘They have no faith in even their own kind anymore.’
He’d not been wrong, his short visit to their camp, had opened his eyes and he’d listened to her, understood her and all of them she thought. Maybe this new king would be different, th
