My wolf stirs uneasily. Something about his story doesn’t sit right. A man who eliminated three potential heirs to claim his birthright should be capable of handling a few rogue attackers, even if he had been under the influence of alcohol.
“And you couldn’t fight them off?”
Zane’s smile remains charming and is now filled with what looks like self-deprecating humor. “I was drunk, Commander. Unsteady on my feet, slow to respond. By the time I realized what was happening, they had me down.” He shrugs with practiced humility. “I suppose I’m not as formidable as my reputation suggests.”
The geniality in his expression never wavers, but his eyes tighten, a coldness forming in them that doesn’t match his courteous demeanor.
“Did you recognize them? Catch any scents that might help us identif
