Alexander’s POV Against all odds, I made it to the port of Lupus without throwing up again. But docking came with its own new set of problems. Back in Nasales, I was the only werewolf. And I’d gotten used to having that much territory all to myself. Here, every other person was a wolf and it grated on my nerves to be surrounded by unfamiliar wolves in unfamiliar territory. I grit my teeth and bore it. What else was there to do? Cass and I were here on official business and not to make a scene; at least not yet. It is close to dinner by the time we arrive. Queen Tasha comes to welcome us. She looked exactly like the portrait, except that the painting failed to capture the luminescence of her platinum blonde hair. She was strikingly beautiful, in an unadorned or overly embelli

