Chapter 31

Such a thick coating of sweat had formed on his forehead that beads of it trickled into his eyes as Joseph nervously paced the exterior of the cave where Ingrid’s coven met.

Meeting with the coven leader was no small feat.  It was no secret that he held minimal tolerance for werewolves and even less for vampires.  It was also a well-known fact that he had a temperament that was considered by most to be precarious. One wrong thing said or done could set him off into a magical torrent of which Joseph was sure he wouldn’t fare well. He’d practically begged Ingrid for tutelage on how to speak to Benjamin, but she’d simply gently kissed him and insisted that being himself would be more than sufficient.

He groaned at the thought.  He was far from the diplomat of the pack.  That title went to Marcus, his friend Sam, or even Freya.  He was nothing more than a ‘fetch it’ man for the pack leader.  At least that&rs