CHAPTER 143

  Vargr and his Luna entered the tent, coming to the front and giving the crowd a wave. The crowd met him with cheers and when Vargr lifted his hand the crowd quieted down and tilted their necks in submission. It was not an act of pride for their Alpha. It was an act of fear. If they had bowed it would have shown respect, but to tilt your neck at a gathering like this, showed his pack feared him.

  Teal stood next to me, his eyes not once leaving the tent where the Alpha stood, staring at the Luna with an obvious grievance. Did they have a history I wondered to myself.