It feels like forever before the fight ends in the once crowded bar. Everyone has since filtered out, interested in facing the furious Alpha and his damningly large wolf. The rogue is cut loose from Herold’s ferocity after a minute goes by, Celine kneeling beside me as I painstakingly pick the tiny shards of glass from my hands and knees.
“Not what I had in mind tonight,” Celine says, chewing her lower lip nervously. Her gaze focuses to Alpha Herold, watching him shift back into mortal form without a scratch to bare from his scuffle. “Thank you so mu—”
“Don’t thank him,” I growl, brushing away the few trails of blood that line my exterior. “This is Alpha Herold.”
Her once light and thankful features turn sour. “Oh.”
Herold, although exasperated
