Chapter 11

“Alpha Evander Edgerton of Blackwood Pack!”

A man in his late twenties approached me with a huge, friendly smile on his face. He had sleek, dark hair, tall and masculine type, as expected for an Alpha

I smiled, a casual one, and took the hand he offered for a firm shake, “Alpha Alec of the Agarwood Pack.”

I sensed pride and haughtiness in him as he led me inside the restaurant and showed me to the birthday celebrant— my former Beta, Randolf Ambrose, the new Alpha of the Ivory Pack. I was surprised a bit after I saw the man aged like ten years from the last time I saw him, which was just a few months ago during a convention meeting in the Shifter’s Hall of Council.

“Alpha Evander,” Alpha Randalf smiled politely and bowed his head in my presence. It was a habit that didn’t die in him even after he resigned from his position and became the leader of a new pack.

“Courtesy is not necessary,” I uttered formally, “This is your day and I want to celebrate and enjoy it with you, Randolph.”

“Th