Chapter Eight

SETH

"I will dispatch the entire wolves and search for her, Alpha!" He bellows. "That human disrespects you as the Supreme Alpha of Twilight Hound City! We will conduct a public execution as a reminder to her kind!"

"You can't, Finrel."

Startled, he asks, "Why, Alpha? That woman dared to strike you when you were under the influence of the Red Moon."

I shrug as my jaw tightens. "Apparently she's my fated mate."

"What?!" Today, Finrel is acting less than his usual calm, somber demeanor that his voice is octave higher than before.

"That can't be, Master Greymound. That woman is human! N-no Alpha has ever marked or accepted a human as their mate before."

"Besides, do you know what she did to the guard outside? She left him half-naked and lying unconscious on the floor."

"She–what?!" My eyes widen. "That means that human changed clothes to avoid locating her scent."

She is smart, I give her credit for that.

"Are you sure she is your fated mate, sir? If you don't mind me asking."

I clenc