Tamed By The Lycan Prince
she greeted, her voice soft but firm, maintaining the respectful tone we were both adopting.
"Welcome to the Gravemaw Hounds territory," Boris declared after our greetings had been exchanged.
"Thank you for having us," I responded.
Alpha Boris gestured for us to follow him, leading us to a limousine. The sleek, black vehicle was of an impressive make, obviously the product of the finest human craftsmanship. The driver, a stern-looking man in a crisp uniform, held the door open for us as we approached. Alpha Boris and Elder Greymane settled into the plush leather seats first, followed by Alina and me.
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