"Alpha." Beta Tyler's deep voice rang out as he appeared at the edge of the lake, dragging a skinny wolf with dark brown fur bound in iron chains.
Zion stood tall, his gaze turning cold. "Who is he?"
Tyler forcefully pushed the old Rogue to his knees before the Alpha and the future Luna. "A Rogue I caught last night. He wouldn't stop wriggling, but I'm sure he knows something."
Arwen, still clutching her bread basket, stared hesitantly. But when the old Rogue's eyes met hers, she shuddered. The gaze was not just sharp; there was a recognition, as if the older man only saw something he understood.
Arwen swallowed, her voice soft. "Why is he looking at me like that?"
The old Rogue didn't answer, just continued to stare at Arwen with meaningful eyes.
Alpha Zion immediately stepped forwa
