The coffee came within minutes and the waitress bowed low, her eyes flickering between the both of us and our whispered voices.
“Do you do this often?” I asked as I took a sip from my coffee. “They don’t seem surprised to see you.”
“I make it a habit to see my pack and keep a close eye on them.”
“Why?”
“Why not? I’m just like any of them.”
I snorted. “You’re a century old lycan and they’re wolves. You’re not like them.”
“True, but that’s why I don’t need to create any more distance than there already is. I need them to trust me, and they can’t trust me if they don’t see me.”
It was a beautiful way of looking at things, and I’d never heard anyone say it like that before. The worst part about it was that he sounded genuine. It just felt too good to be true. He was an Alpha and Alphas
