Asena
“William.” Mason exclaims, relief in his tone.
“Mason.” A man replies as he pulls Mason into a hug. “How are you, son?”
“Could be better.” Mason says and I see an old man staring at Mason, a perplexed look on his face.
“You called for us, Alpha King?” Another older man says as he enters the room, followed by a third one.
“The Royal ambassadors are not going to change my mind, Richard.” Mason states.
I glance at those so-called royal ambassadors, not sure what to think of them. Friend or foe?
“Is that a human, King Richard?” one of them asks as he looks down at me.
Foe it is!
Five against one. Or even six if Mason stands with his king.
My chances of running away are decreasing by the hour.
“Gentlemen, we found our guardian.”
Three pairs of eyes ogle me, making me feel un
