JAXOM’S POV
The King of Colorado stood with his back to me, hands clasped behind him as he gazed out the window at the Wasatch Mountains beyond. With his formidable figure silhouetted against the midday sun, Elijah could have passed for my father. The two men had shared the same broad, square shoulders, impressive height, and sturdy build.
He turned to face me and the similarities ended. Although the wolf was nearly two hundred years old, Elijah still looked like a man in his early forties. Gray streaked his wavy brown hair at the temples, but his skin was smooth and his eyes were bright and lively.
“King Alpha Jaxom Hill,” he dipped his bearded chin in acknowledgment, "it's been a while."
I smiled at his formality and greeted him in turn. “King Alpha Elijah Alvarado. Thank you for
