Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen. Help!
“You Highness. I am Alpha Cieren,” the cloudy blue-eyed werewolf, with a dark mucky blonde mullet, stepped forward stretching out his hand.
Hamish immediately sensed this man before him was no alpha. He was a warrior, nothing more, nothing less.
Not that the prince had any issue in a warrior becoming a pack alpha, quite the opposite. He was all for werewolves working in positions that suited them, irrespective of rank. However, this guy, who stood at around 6 feet, and had around a third less muscle mass of the average alpha, with his aura of a warrior wolf was not one of those guys. Kylo bristled inside him, the royal wolf instantly letting out low warning growls, his heckles up. Something was off.
If he were truly voted by the pack to take
