Bran's POV
The past few days have taught me the hard way—with bruises, humiliation, and the trauma of nearly being assassinated by a goat. But if I want to succeed in my mission, I need to stop drawing attention to myself and start thinking like someone who actually wants to survive.
Apparently, walking into places with an Alpha’s posture, voice, and, most especially, using my Alpha voice and aura is about as subtle as waving a giant banner that says, Look at me, I am important. Please rob or stab me. I should understand by now that the people I have met—and will meet—on this journey are not my subjects, and they definitely don’t care who I am.
So, for the sake of self-preservation, I decide to blend in. Since I’m not in my territory, I will blend in, and no one will suspect a thing. Ob
