Devon
“Stranger in the pack house? this is Lycan King Devon.” The Alpha of the Greywoods pack, Ryder Jones, looked up at me with a big grin on his face. He reached for the slowly cooked pork ribs on the dining table and took a large bite, “you don't call him stranger, Elias.” The young kid lowered his head, “I'm sorry, Lycan king Devon.”
I pushed some meatballs towards him and flashed him a small smile, “you did nothing, Elias.” Earlier, he'd run inside his home, painting us as Intruders in the pack house, but the Alpha knew better than to act on a young boy's words. He'd welcomed us since he was aware of my arrival, and he made sure his maids and slaves served us dinner. He sat at the head of the table next to his last born, Elias, then me, Orion and Eva.
Ryder cleared his throat, “t
