Book Two : They were killed

Freya’s point of view

I kept a distance from Tyler as he walked in front of me, heading to the office of Alpha Theodore, who we had requested to meet earlier.

The man standing guard looked us up from head to toe before he knocked on the door for us to go in.

I took my time, taking in his outfit as I furrowed my eyebrows. He had a scar from his eyebrow down to his cheek, then neck.

He donned black cargo pants with a black t-shirt, his muscles rippling through the shirt, and had combat boats with a leather blazer.

“You can go in”: his husky voice came as I nodded my head, following Tyler behind as he walked into the room.

We found the old man standing with his back turned to us, staring out the window.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, turning around to face us as Tyler bowed his head.

“His Majesty said he communicated with you about—“

‘And I told him I can’t help him!” He cut Tyler short as I glanced at Tyler, who lifted his head.

“He believes you are the only one who can hel