I approached the stranger with caution, sniffing the air as I got closer. There was a danger about him, but I felt no threat. His voice was deep, he wasn't native to this area. His accent was different. I couldn't exactly pin point where he might be from. I allowed Adriel to lead the way, never taking my eyes off the stranger.
I was oddly fascinated by this man, he seemed to be larger than our men. He was at least five inches taller than Adriel.
"Are you the Alpha?" he asked, as Adriel got closer.
"No, my father is the Alpha, but he is not here at the moment. I am Adriel, his son." Adriel stuck his hand out as he introduced himself, the man grabbed his forearm instead of shaking his hand.
"I am Osborne. I am the right hand to King Aesir, we are the Red Claw Clan. We come from up north.
