*
Alpha Clark stepped forward, and he looked waited for the unexpected guests to reach him. Five of them stepped forward, and amongst them was a very large man who carried a large scar across his face.
Sierra looked to her father, trying to gauge whether he saw them as friends or foes. His face, as always, was blank and free of any emotion whatsoever.
The scar-faced man stopped in front of him, and he looked up with a swollen right eye and a bloodied left one.
“So the rumours were false,” Alpha Clark said with a raised brow.
“I’m afraid I’ve not heard any of these rumours,” the man said. “It’s hard to hear anything when you’re on the run.”
“They said Oberon murdered you,” he said. “And yet here you stand before me, with your pack trailing behind you. Or is this some illusion I ha
