Chapter 41

Deimos POV

Shutting myself in my office, I pour myself a large glass of whiskey. I can hear the music in the ballroom playing loudly through the walls of the pack house, and I can’t help but worry about my Elizabeth.

Before I was injured, I used to attend these parties. They are full of high-level werewolves and my father would parade us around like we were some prize that he won. He would make sure we only mingled with the most important werewolves in our community. I know he will do the same to Elizabeth. He will make sure that she is too busy to speak with her parents.

Duko is howling in my mind because I let her attend the party alone. ‘It is our duty to protect her,’ he scoffs. ‘We should be by her side.’

‘We cannot risk showing the world our weakness,’ I say, thumping my cane against the floor.

‘The world already thinks we are crippled,’ Duko growls.

‘We are crippled,’ I snap back at my wolf. ‘We will be viewed as weak.’

‘You misjudge those who are around yo