Chapter 122

Malachi rolled his shoulders as his footsteps echoed down opulent hallways. He knew where he was going even without the wolf leading him. He’d been here many times, sometimes a visit, sometimes being summoned.

Today… well. It was different.

He inhaled deeply before stepping into a room, seven chairs lined up on a platform. As a pup he strived to be sat on one of those chairs one day, now, he had no wish.

“Alpha McBayn, it’s a pleasure,” the High Lykos greeted.

Malachi’s stomach rolled. Sure, a pleasure. “I come bearing the news that your… request,” he spat the word, “has been carried out.” He lowered his gaze a little, not really wishing to look at the men before him. But he couldn’t for long… he had to act within expectations.

Expectations he always hated.

He wished he was back on his boat. Away from all these shitty politics.

Rufas frowned, “Request? What do you mean?” he asked.

“Alpha Luca Wuffaman along with his pack have been removed,” Malachi swallowed the bile swirling in