The next morning, ten hours later, we pulled up to the gates at Mountain Moon. Two guards walked up to the Jeep, ready to attack.
“Your Alpha is expecting me,” I told them. “I am Prince Devon Windsor of the Lycans, and I have an appointment with him. My assistant called yesterday to make the appointment.” I showed them my ID, and then they bowed their heads.
“One moment, Your Grace,” the one guard said. His eyes glazed over, as if he were linking to someone. A moment later, his eyes went back to their brown, and he nodded. The gate opened, and I drove the Jeep through.
“How did you know to make an appointment?” Darren asked me as we drove up to the pack house.
“If this is the place they are, then I want to talk to the Alpha,” I told him, slowing down as we came up to some houses. Ryp
