C71 The Final Battle

“Here she is, my lord,” Tarik announced as he led me into Alpha Jaxon’s lair.

“Leave us,” he growled, and Tarik promptly disappeared.

Alpha Jaxon watched me warily like a predator. He was sitting on a wingbacked chair, nursing a goblet of wine. His beard was overgrown and his bloodshot eyes told me that he was piss drunk.

“Where have you been?” He asked me. His deep voice rumbled like thunder