_Pierre's POV_
The guard at the Ashthorne gate had a job to do and he was doing it.
I respected that. I told him so. I also told him that I understood completely and that all I was asking was for him to pass a message to Nana Seraphine that Alpha Pierre Ashford was at the gate and was requesting a few minutes of her time.
He looked at me with the expression of someone who had decided this was the most efficient path to ending the conversation and made the call.
I waited outside the gate in the early evening air and thought about what I was going to say and in what order. Seraphine was not a woman you approached carelessly. She was sharp and she was observant and she had been managing complicated situations involving people she loved for a long time.
Walking in without a cl
