Chapter 42

Adrian's POV

“I can’t make any promises,” I say to the Alpha. “But I will try my damndest to kill the fucker.”

“I suppose that’s all we can ask,” he says and finally bends the knee. “I am Alpha Terrance of the Shadow Moon pack.”

“Rise,” I say and look out over the rest of the kneeling wolves. “All of you. Rise.”

I’m tired, starving, and thirsty and not in the mood to talk to the Alphas now, but as little as I know about werewolf society, I do know that I’ll offend them if I dismiss them without at least welcoming each of them and asking their names.

Around us, the rogues finally unclench and apparently deciding that there’s no immediate danger, they start to make their fires. Someone will bring coffee and breakfast over when it’s done.

I glance at Pippa who hasn’t said a single word yet. “Alphas,” I say. “This is Queen Pippa.”

They respectfully bow their heads to her, but more than one of them shows signs of clear disapproval when I invite them to the nearest fire and don’t send Pip