Twenty Seven

I waved my magic as it gave Elder Eldings a curious expression. "What's this?"

"A soundproof barrier," I explain; my whole body seems too close to a nervous breakdown that I took a step back, giving this Werewolf King and me some distance. If he does something to me, I can poof myself.

"Don't be fret, Lippy. I'm not going to harm you as I promised my mate."

I feel uncomfortable talking to the man in control, who's technically the leader of the Elders, because he was the first to receive the gift of becoming a werewolf by the Moon Goddess - as they said.

"First off," he clears his throat. "I would like to apologize to you."

I blink my eyes, shocked at his words.

"I was skeptical about you the first time we met," he states. "I heard stories about you, a human living in a werewolf packhouse, and being with my grandson wasn't ideal for a wolf pack to raise. But when I heard before the Mating Ritual, you decided to leave. It was quite a relief at first, but it made me curious why. Did you