He paused at the door, as if just remembering. "Oh, right. Seraphina transferred the deed to this den into my name. I hear you're fond of the pastoral life. Just remember, you're living under my roof now. Mind my rules."
My whole body went rigid. When Seraphina burned down the countryside den, she had told me this estate was bought for me. That I could fill it with moonberry bushes and silver-leaf fruit trees and herb gardens.
From the very beginning, she had never intended to give me anything.
"Caspian Stormfang."
I called after him, my voice scraped hollow.
"Has the young Pack Alpha Heir ever laid eyes on the Alpha Heir of the Crescent Dominion?"
Caspian froze for a moment. "What, you're going to claim you have some connection to the Alpha Heir? The one who barely shows his face at pack gatherings?"
I let out a bitter laugh. "I've heard he's fond of the Bloodhowl frequency. If we could earn even a smile from him, get him to attend your mating ceremony, wouldn't that be a feather in your cap?"
He looked half-convinced at best. "A wolfless wretch like you would know the Alpha Heir's preferences?"
"Believe it or don't. If it turns out to be false, it costs you nothing."