“Damn right it is!” Roque snarled without a trace of hesitation. “So don’t stand there pretending you don’t know who’s responsible.”
Carlisle closed his eyes for a moment.
There was nothing he could say, really.
Roque wasn’t wrong.
Every word the wolf had spoken was the truth.
Before the silence between them became unbearable, the Royal Convoy finally spoke.
“Alpha Carlisle truly lives up to his reputation,” he said with a courteous smile. “The hero who led the northern campaign to victory. The Alpha whose resolve never falters. Northern Alpha Damon spoke very highly of you, so I’ve been looking forward to meeting you in person.”
His smile never faded, but the edge beneath his words was impossible to miss.
“Now I understand why your name carries so much weight.”
On the surface, it
