Chapter 156

• Third Person's POV
• Did the Sanchez den insist on gnawing at this loss today? Bastien pressed his lips into a thin line, amber eyes steady on Alfie, whose calm demeanor belied the electric tension in the hall.
• Bastien's feelings toward this young wolf were tangled. Not exactly fondness, not exactly disdain-but a gnawing guilt lingered. Alfie had already made it clear: Aysel would have his protection tonight. For Alfie's first visit to the ancestral den, whether he wished it or not, he would be granted the face and respect owed to him.