Early in the morning, the entire house buzzed like an anthill. An Alpha’s birthday was no child’s celebration. Right after breakfast, Maura came to see me and suggested that I watch the preparations. Sitting in my room until evening sounded unbearable, so I gladly agreed.
Maura and I settled in the gazebo and she offered some tea. Kirill had started letting me leave my room—but only accompanied by Gray. The guard stood near the gazebo, silently observing everything around us.
“Maura, can I ask you something?” I finally said, genuinely curious.
“Go ahead.”
“Why is Gray called that? Is that really his name? It’s kind of strange.”
Maura burst out laughing, while Gray, on the contrary, became noticeably stern.
“Everyone got used to calling him that because his wolf is gray. And his real
