Wicked lover
Valentine pointed toward the elder, who had now seated herself on one of the broken steps of the ruined staircase.
The guard paused and squinted, trying to get a better look. His expression quickly stiffened, and his eyes widened the moment he recognized her.
“That’s Old Thena, Alpha. She’s one of the oldest and most powerful werewolves in the slums.”
He swallowed hard, sweat trickling down his face.
“The oathbreaker,” Valentine whispered.
The curve of her lips lifted higher as an idea slowly began to take shape in her mind.
That immediately caught the others’ attention, drawing them closer. Within seconds, the entire pack had turned its focus toward the group below.