The King was more laid back than I had imagined. He treated the few men that were with him with respect and kindness. He even had a few he laughed and teased with like old friends. I knew my foster parents, still working on a better name for them in my head other than cunt face and asshat, were wrong in their descriptions of him when speaking with the Luna and Alpha. They said he was ugly, fat, useless, mean as a snake, and had no respect for anyone. He proved all that wrong in the first five minutes of meeting him.
“King Charles, were you able to help the pack you were visiting?” I asked him as we waited for our food. The cooking crew pulled out all the stops and made sure we had a few courses. “I am sorry if we interrupted anything.”
The guard he had sitting beside him waved his hand a
