CHAPTER FOURTY - WHO?

ALPHA LUCEAN

PACK OF LORE

My wrath was rapidly growing with each reluctant step that was taken by Honour. More than once he paused, hesitance crossing his features, but he'd then carry on walking eventually, the staff he held assisting him with his pace.

"What a surprise." Honour’s voice was cold, and he sounded almost irritated as he finally stopped before myself, and I had yet to look away from the man who I’d once considered a dear friend.

The sentries by my side circled both the I and the councilman when given the silent command to do so and Honours eyes followed their quick actions. Fear flashed in his eyes, and when he looked once more at me, the displeasure that had captured his expression slithered away, and became one of carefully controlled neutrality. He sighed, and his eyes skipped upwards, towards the morning sky when I spoke,

"Evelyn told me what you asked of her."

My fingers tightened in the first I made with Honour’s lack of reaction at my words. He'd more than likely