Demetrius took the cloak from Alpha Colts hand, throwing it over his broad shoulders and fastening it with a swift, fluid motion. "Thank you," he replied, his tone formal but appreciative. "I didn't think about changing into my shifting clothes before I ran."
"Completely understandable," Colt said with a reassuring nod.
Demetrius tightened the cloak around himself, one arm wrapping securely back around my waist to pull me flush against his side. "My convoy will be arriving shortly," he informed the rogue Alpha, his voice carrying the natural authority of the throne. "I came ahead of them."
Colt nodded easily, gesturing back toward the main path leading into the heart of the village. "You are more than welcome to wait inside the pack house where it's warm. The kitchen just whipped up a f
