Chapter 22
Derek’s POV
It was Francis, the Alpha of the West Ford Pack. I turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a white suit with a pair of golden-edged glasses. It was a stranger’s face but I was not surprised. Francis could change his look as he wanted and speak with different voices. That was his gift, disguise. Just then he used his original voice, so I recognized him.
I gave him a why-are-you-here look.
“I heard of the fight, too. Will you really allow that girl to be a warrior as long as she wins?”
“Of course,” I answered without looking at him.
Francis chuckled.
“I can’t believe that. What did your mate do to you? You didn’t even allow your ex…”
I turned around and narrowed my eyes. He shut up before he was finished.
I knew what he wanted to say. When Emma was still my
