Ezra
I did my best to be a gracious host to the visiting alphas and their daughters. After all, it was important to keep good diplomatic relations with our neighbors. I was genuinely interested in their projects and plans for economic growth.
But I had absolutely no interest in their daughters. Like many she-wolves they were tall and strong. The taller one, Leah, had an almost manly physique. She was undoubtedly a strong wolf and skilled fighter. The other one, Erica, although more feminine, still held no attraction to me.
First, she was as dumb as a box of rocks. Talking to her was so boring I found myself feeling sleepy and almost nodding off. Second, I could already feel her thinly veiled animosity toward my son. Likely, they had already heard through the werewolf gossip grapevine t
