I frowned slightly. That didn’t make sense. Yet the feeling lingered. Like a faint pull. A quiet awareness. As if my wolf was reacting to something my mind couldn’t understand.
I shifted slightly in my seat, trying to ignore it.
This wasn’t the time to dwell on things I couldn’t explain.
“Who are you?” I asked finally, breaking the silence.
He glanced at me briefly before returning his gaze to the road.
“Dominic,” he said. “Alpha of the Direwolf Pack.”
The words settled heavily in the air. Alpha.
I studied him more carefully this time. His presence alone made it believable. There was a quiet authority in the way he carried himself. Not loud. Not overbearing. But undeniably powerful.
“You’re… the Alpha?” I repeated.
He gave a small nod. “Yes.”
That explained a lot. But it also raised more questions.
“How did Elder Elisse know you?” I asked.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened ever so slightly.
“For a long time,” he said, his voice steady, “I owed her my life.”
I blinked.
“She supported me as the alpha of my pack when I inherited my throne too early when I was a child,” he continued. “Back when she was still the Luna of the Foreshadow Pack.”