Chapter 39
Betrayed by Blood~
"Alpha, I’ve come to inform you that Sir Xander has returned to Vehiron,"
Cain’s jaw tightened, his body rigid, his gaze darkening at the mention of Xander’s name. He glanced at Avery, "You’re done for the day," he said, and Avery bristled slightly, expecting something else. Cain then turned to Lucas, "Have another maid take over and clean this up," Cain said gruffly to Lucas, who bowed even more in respect.
He turned to leave only to pause as Xander stepped into the room. Xander’s boots echoed faintly against the floor. "Alpha," Xander greeted, bowing his head briefly. The man looked different from before. His hair had grown longer, his shoulders were broader, he looked more tanned. He straightened, his eyes sweeping briefly over the room, landing on Cain before flickering, for just a moment, toward Avery.
Cain noticed.
"Xander," Cain said coldly. "Why are you back in Vehiron?" he asked.
"Alpha Darryl of the Northern Ridge pack insisted that I be the representative of the pack for the blood hunt," he replied smoothly.
Cain’s jaw clenched, Xander’s words pricking him. Alpha Darryl had sent him back to represent his own pack?
"I see you’ve made friends with Alpha Darryl, seeing as he sent you to represent his pack for the hunt. Do tell me that you’ve not forgotten your roots," Cain asked, his eyes sharp.
Xander’s expression twitched for a bit, he straightened even more. "My roots remain connected to Vehiron and my alpha. I am merely doing the duty required of me. I served where I was commanded, Alpha," Xander replied.
Cain’s green eyes narrowed, his wolf stirring uneasily within him. "Good," he said coolly, "Then you’ll give me a full account of everything that transpired in Northern Ridge."