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His eyes did not leave me, I was sure he must have suspected who I was as he fixed his gaze on me. There was something about his eyes…they instilled, in me, the same frosty feeling as that of the green-eyed wolf.

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                        WAYNE’S POV

            I would not cap it. This Fire-pall Tower was so big, lofty, and spacious that it was able to contain the crowd that clustered in and out of it. I made my way along the passage, through the path that all the servants, who passed me, followed.




             They still did not spare me the long and surprised stares they gave me. I was so sure they were yet to know who I was and were just surprised to see a total stranger freely walking along one of the upper hallways of the Tower without restriction.




            I turned to the staircase, a groan escaping my lips as I ran my way up the steps, but boy was it so tiring that it got to a point where my speed demented and I had to support myself with the banister.




            This Tower should be up to eleven floors, I thought as I finally reached the highest floor. I guessed this floor was where the Alpha occupied, and then the tenth, where I stayed, should be those directly following the orders of the Alpha. I did not know what the other floors were for, but some could be for refugees and visitors.

                                   

            However, I guessed the hallway right, along with the dining hall where I saw the servants with food trays flocking in. I approached it, welcomed by many gazes. The guards did not stop me as I walked through the twin huge doors and stood by it, taking time to examine the hall.




            There was a rectangular glass table at the middle of the hall along with so many wooden chairs at the sides of the table, and one at the farther end of it where sat a tall, 166 pounds man, who calmly reclined in the chair, absently watching the rowdy movement in the hall. He did not seem like he noticed me because his stare was blank and I could not even figure out the precise direction he stared. My first guess was that he is Alpha Gar, my claimed Father.

                                   

            I dragged my feet forward, suddenly stopping when I noticed the woman who just walked in from one of the ceiling to floor windows. Guess she must have flown a broomstick or whatever!




            She maintained gracefulness as she approached the Alpha, curtsied and sat on the chair at his right-hand side. She still had the meek and calm expression that she carried, but I did not know why I seemed to despise her so much. I felt there was more to her that met the eyes. In addition, her name, Deveron, kept ringing in my mind, sparking a feeling of déjà vu in me.




            Overall, I moved further, finally getting the attention of the Alpha as I approached the table. His eyes did not leave me, I was sure he must have suspected who I was as he fixed his gaze on me, his hand absently moving to stroke his black garibaldi beard.




             There was something about his eyes. Though they were serenely pure hazel, they still instilled in me, the same frosty feeling as Flynn’s did.




            I proceeded, ignoring the continuous gaze of the older man. One of the maidens that stood around the dining table drew out a chair for me at the left-hand side of the Alpha, but I insisted within me that I must offer an obeisance. I bowed slightly when I stood beside Alpha Gar, and he still regarded me in a stare. I felt he was lost.




            However, after seconds of standing, I finally got a reply― a dull one actually. The Alpha curtly nodded and brought his face down, supporting his head by placing his elbows on the table and palming his forehead. My eyes wandered to Deveron and she gestured to me an elegant nod to have my seat, which I did.




            The maidens came forward to serve our breakfast, but it seemed I had suddenly lost the appetite to eat. I was darn uncomfortable with the way the Alpha took a sneak peek at me and then immediately brought his face down whenever I turned to his direction. He was not even eating his breakfast with enthusiasm either.




             Moreover, he did not look sick as Deveron stated, he seemed quite full of health; his dark, slick hair stood against the few wrinkles that pulled at the sides of his eyes, as well as his Hawk nose matched perfectly fine with his thin lips.




            Deveron on her part ate her meal quietly without even initiating a conversation. What, the Alpha was mute? I sighed lowly, gulping down a glass of fruit drink. This should be the worst breakfast I have ever had in my lifetime; Hamburger and Onion rings, wash it down with local beer, wine or water. That was breakfast.




            Not as I thought, no single conversation ensued during the meal. The Alpha left his breakfast unfinished and was gone before we could think of it. I suspected Deveron only remained there for my sake. Passing her nice acting, I still scorned her.




            In spite of it all, I led myself back to my floor and room. In my mind, I already pictured myself lying stretched on the bed as I recovered the strength I must have lost from going up and down the freaking stairs. How were the people here able to cope with that?




            Just as I finished the last step of the staircase and thanked my stars for making me escape another hard slog, I looked up to find myself staring at two pairs of eyes, and one was a light green. My amber orbs clashed with the green ones as I paused in my tracks.




             I was not mistaken; it was he, the man at the gate. He looked at me in the same way he did yesterday, and now that I saw it closely, I realized the meaning of the feeling it gave me. Something about this man told me that he was dangerous, yet tender― the same feeling I felt from the Alpha’s gaze.




            The senior sentinel was not alone though, he had along with him another man who looked just like he did, except that he was much taller and muscular than the other man, but the latter’s face looked frigid and scarily hard like the faces of those at the Moon gazers Pack.




There was nothing bright and fond about him, considering that his hair was as dark in the same way as his shady, mysterious-looking eyes. He tugged at the sleeves of the green-eyed sentinel. “Let us go, Flynn,” he muttered and pulled the latter. They walked past me, making their way down the stairs.




            I turned around to watch them leave, my mind based on the thought that the Werewolves might naturally be a merge of calm and sterile creatures because since I started encountering them, I have only spoken with Phyllis, Deveron and Elspeth. How could I be able to rule as the Alpha of such beings?




            I made my way to my room anyway.




            I longed to change. Unfortunately, there was nothing like the simple clothing I usually had in Coral shore. All that I had here were the tightfitting leather wares, coats and royal robes, nothing else.




            I sighed, deciding to put on my neatly washed leather black shirt and black pair of form fitting pants. I did not mind the boot, or the gloves. All I wished was to sprawl on the bed and have a deep sleep, as well as a rest of mind that Phyllis would not wake me up in a dramatic way again.




            However, I knew nature was not smiling at me when the witch barged into the room, totally ignoring courtesy. I abruptly turned around to face her the moment she came in, a frown forming on my expression.

           

            Phyllis did not mind the scowl, “Pick your sword and follow me now!” She ordered and I huffed.




            “You are joking, right?” I queried, even if I knew she was not the type to joke.




            She was not looking at me before, but now she turned to me, her brows creasing, “I have never been more serious,” she replied on a resolute note.