Élodie POV
“That could have gone worse,” Alpha Quentin muttered, releasing a long breath as though he’d been holding it since Damien stepped foot on our land.
“What exactly does he know?” He gestured for me to walk beside him along the garden path that circled the front of his home.
“Only that Aurélie is alive,” I said quietly. “He doesn’t know she’s the Alpha.”
The moment Simon and I returned from the Darkvale pack, we had given him every detail. I told him Aurélie had once been the Luna of the Bloodnight pack, though we believed she’d died years ago. None of us had expected this.
“Alpha, would you like a refreshment out here?” one of the household staff—Florence, her red hair blazing under the sun asked politely.
“No, thank you, Florence.” He sank onto a wooden bench, fatigue soft
