Alpha Lir POV
We arrived at Downbridge gate, and their guards were stiff enough not to bow and that was the first thing that grated on my nerves. At Silvercrest, the gates parted like the Red Sea when my motorcade approached. Here, two guards in a dark heavy combat suit made from a strange, dull-looking fabric stepped into the road and forced my driver to roll down the window.
"Identification," the guard said in a flat voice. He didn't care about the Silvercrest symbol on the hood.
"You’re speaking to Alpha Lir," Marcus snapped from the passenger seat.
The guard checked a tablet. "Alpha Silas is expecting a trade delegation from Silvercrest. Park in the secondary lot afterwards you will be escorted to the Great Hall on foot."
I felt the growl vibrating in my chest at the thought of wa
