Sloane's POV
Beta Mateo led Toby and I to another section in the Pack house. He stopped in front of a double door, pushed it open and signalled that we go in.
We did, and he closed the door behind us.
The room was an home office, an standing by the window with his back faced to us was the Ghost King of the North, Cassian Winterfang.
Though I've never met him, nor even seen an imag of him, but his aura spoke for itself. The entire room was filled with it, more kike he's asserting his dominance.
An average wolf would have been on their knees in submission already, but not me, I've never been one of I bow to cocky Alpha's showing off their supremacy.
“Greetings your highness,” I said, not bothering to curtsied as he couldn't see me.
Toby clutched the hems of my dress, and just as I be
