I couldn’t help but feel uneasy over that bizarre exchange. Eric’s was a name I’d only heard of in passing conversation, but regardless, a name I knew. He was the ever-elusive Second Alpha Prince of the Werewolf Kingdom, born some years after Henry and only shortly before Xaden.
But that was all I knew. Hardly anyone spoke a thing about him.
What did Henry mean when he said that? Was Eric somebody else I should avoid?
“Besides,” he continued, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly, “I’d much rather chat with you two.”
I wished I could say the same, but I felt incredibly conflicted.
There was something about the way he looked down at me that rubbed me the wrong way. Like he thought he had something to gain if I slipped up. I recalled what Xaden had told me the first time h
