Chapter 11 Unwanted Confrontation

• The day had already broken hours ago.
• The crackling of firewood in the hearth was the only sound in the Alpha's study—the flames now low, nearly extinguished, as he hadn’t fed them in some time.
• The wide room, lined with shelves of ancient books and dark furs covering the floor, exuded a scent of smoke and aged wood. Alaric stood near the large glass window that dominated the wall before him, a glass of red wine in his hand.