AZRIEN'S POV
The guards flanked me like I might bolt at any second, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it one bit. But of course, I couldn’t blame them, could I? Not at all. It wasn’t their fault. It was mine. It was my fault for going to ask them for directions to the unreasonable alpha’s office. I should have simply gone on my own. How difficult could it possibly be to locate an alpha’s office in the pack house anyway? It would have saved me a lot of trouble.
It wasn’t the escort in itself that bothered me, actually. It was the implication. They were making me feel like a criminal being paraded to his cell, and I hated it. The only thing missing were the chains and maybe a public audience to jeer at me on the way.
I kept my expression neutral and my pace even, but my eyes never stopp
