CHAPTER 216
Bryar folded his arms, his gaze settling squarely on Argon. Fatigue edged his posture, not weakness, but impatience. He had crossed borders and oceans. He didn't want ceremony. He wanted answers. He needed to know if everything here was truly as it should be.
Argon met his eyes. "He's resting right now, Your Majesty."
It was the truth. Yet even as he said it, unease crawled beneath his skin. Bryar was standing in their territory, asking for their Alpha, and Ezekiel was nowhere near able to receive him. That alone made Argon's instincts prickle.
Bryar tilted his head slightly.
He could hear it. The rhythm beneath Argon's words. The quickened heartbeat, the subtle tension in his stance, the way his shoulders refused to fully relax. Bryar didn't know Argon well, but he didn't need to. Some things were carried in the air, not learned by familiarity.
If nothing major had happened, the wolves wouldn't be like this.
