The Last Spirit Wolf (Elena Norwood)

-Noah-

Arriving at the clearing where we'll meet the rogues, we all pause.

I give them a signal and Eli, Mason, and Ethan disperse, scouting out the area. This is just a precautionary measure, of course, but I can't risk right now.

Only about thirty minutes later, to our surprise, Liam enters the clearing, with his arms raised.

"You Your Highness," he says, looking afraid.

I immediately catch on. He's faking his fear so that the rogues don't suspect he's really one of my warriors and friends.

I growl at him, still in lycan form. From the trees, Ethan, Mason, and Eli come back, flanking me.

"Our leader requests to have this meeting in human form, Your Grace," he says.

I'm going to have fun teasing him about this once this whole thing is over.

I turn to my human form, putting on a pair of sweats I brought with me; behind me, everyone does the same.

"Ah, now we can finally meet," someone says behind Liam.

Someone whom I believe to be Sadira, their leader, walks out of the tree line, followed by at least a dozen of her men.

I raise an eyebrow at this.

"Oh, it's only fair," she says, "Afterall, you made *me* come to you. I must say, at least Alcott had the decency of coming to my turf."

Sadira steps closer to us, and so does the rest of her party, including Liam.

Now that I can see her up close, I can tell she's a lycan just by her physical build; human women or even she wolves are slightly smaller and She can't be over forty years old.

"Sadira, I presume?" I ask her.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

She simply nods.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Noah. This is Eli, Caleb, Ethan, and Mason."

They each nod at the mention of their name.

"Oh, I know who you are, Your Grace," she says, "is this the totality of your party?" she asks.

"Yes," I say.

She nods at two of her guys who quickly turn to their lycans and run into the forest, no doubt to check if I'm lying.

In a few minutes, they've come back and nod at Sadira, confirming that it is in fact, just us.

"Good, Your Grace, a man of your word," she says.

"Always," I reply.

She smiles, but it's humorless.

"What do you want. Sadira?"