CHAPTER 42 - The Prophecy's Second Part

Clayton stared at the old man coldly, not liking the insult thrown his way.

His anger immediately rose since knowing a part of his story that personally involves his grandmother, who he had always cherished in his heart. He still could not accept the revelation that the man standing in front of him was his grandma’s mate.

“You look well enough,” Clayton scoffed dryly, and he was immediately flanked by the three behind him. He studied the old man’s posture and immediately knew he was not there for any trouble. But he stayed cautious, certain that he might do something given his trait. “Very well enough to be under the radar.”

“In the days of old, Alpha, we never rely on others to do the job for us. We trust no one and always rely on ourselves,” Gabriel answered with a look of disappointment thrown at their way. He looked at the three, who are protecting their Alpha and only chuckled, and then looked beyond them, nod