THE DRAEVEN ALPHA
His name was Coran.
He was old in the way of wolves who have lived fully, not frail, not diminished, but layered. The specific quality of someone who had been carrying something significant for a very long time and had grown accustomed to the weight. His eyes were the same pale silver as the young wolf who had led me through the forest, and they held the evaluation of a man who had been receiving information about me for eleven years through his son's reports and was now comparing the reports to the person.
He sat at the centre of a natural clearing with six Draeven wolves at his back and the forest at his shoulders and the unsealed territory humming in every surface around us.
I sat across from him.
Lena sat beside me.
His eyes moved to her immediately and stayed t
