King Richard’s POV, 24 years ago:
“I like this village and how it’s surrounded by forests,” my wolf comments.
No one recognizes me as I walk straight to the fountain area in the middle of the village. This pack is remote, and no one here has likely seen me anywhere but on television. Despite this, I wear my cloak up to be on the safe side. I enjoy observing everyone before announcing myself.
With this target in mind, I find a bench and watch people hurry past. No one has eyes for me, even if I’m a stranger. Hmm, this place has grown since I was here last. Previously, some would have reacted to a shadowed stranger, but no one is fetching the alpha today.
There is also a more diverse number of people here. I’m surprised; there were many conservative beliefs about not mingling with other
