Chapter 226

Third Person's POV

Cerys did not particularly like the old Alpha of the Mercer Pack, Leander. She was no mindless storm of claws and fangs, eager to strike at any moment. Today, in this den of celebration, she would not waste herself overturning tables or creating chaos. Of course, if others tried, she might lend a swipe at a tablecloth, playful mischief in her eyes, but no more than that.

Valeriu