Asher
Fenris doesn't acknowledge the greeting, instead fixing his gaze on something beyond the Alpha's shoulder. I follow his line of sight to a display of ancient-looking weapons mounted on the wall inside—ceremonial, but deadly nonetheless.
There is blood. Fresh. Not even a day old.
My nostrils flare, but I can't pick up any scent.
Merrick's eyes drift over our party, dismissing Evan and Jasper almost immediately before pausing on Victoria with a distinct frown. Then he settles his attention on Wolf-Eye, his lips thinning. Not quite hostile, but… something. "I see your beta has dressed for the occasion."
Wolf-Eye inclines his head. "I believe in respecting local customs, Alpha Merrick."
"Indeed." The Fiddleback Alpha's smile doesn't reach his eyes. "And the others are...?"
"My warlock," I say, nodding toward Jasper, who shrinks further into himself. "And a wolf from Blue Mountain."
