“If I were you, I’d surely be careful of who you call mutt. I am the alpha of Hoarfrost pack, whose land you’re standing on. You have no rights here,” Walker said smoothly, Runiq’s wrist still grasped in his hand. He glanced sidelong at Meriwa, “This is your father?”
He could see only a little resemblance. It was there in the heavy, defiant line of her brow and the downward turn of her mouth, much fuller than her father’s. They might have the same chin too if Runiq’s beard wasn’t hiding his.
Meriwa was too busy gawping at her father to hear Walker’s question. “You speak a human tongue? How? And why? You hate everything human—”
“It is…is not your place to question me.” Runiq’s English wasn’t as smooth as Meriwa’s, who spoke it like a native. It didn’t do much to undermine his commandi
