In their wolf forms, the members of West House prowled the perimeter, their ears pricked and senses on high alert. Hence, at the sight of a lone figure approaching from the darkness, they bared their teeth and braced themselves to attack if need be until they caught the scent.
Recognizing who it belonged to, the wolves immediately relaxed, the growls vanishing into silence. One by one, they lowered their heads in submission, and moments later, a certain alpha appeared, bag slung over his shoulder.
Asher Nightshade had returned.
Asher moved like the king he was, stopping before them, his mere presence tensing the air. The wolves shifted into their human forms, kneeling with their faces full of surprise. They had not expected him tonight. But then, their Alpha Asher has always been known for his surprises.
"Alpha, you're back," Nigel said, straightening to attention. He was Jeremiah's gamma and Asher's third in command.
"Where's Jeremiah?" Asher asked, surveying the group.
