'For your protection' was doing more heavy lifting than every goddamn wolf in Greyhall combined. Nicholas had just invented an entire legal jurisdiction with his dick and his diplomacy.
Reed glanced over and watched her shoulders visibly drop two inches with the gratitude of a fugitive who had just been offered a life raft.
"That's very kind of you, Nicholas."
Without breaking stride, Nicholas kissed her hand. "Of course."
Reed looked at Nicholas. The discipline required to keep a straight face was costing him years off his life. Nicholas looked back at Reed almost daring his Gamma to say one goddamn word.
"Council has agreed to meet again at dawn," Reed said, as they continued moving. "Most of the other Alphas are resting. Damon is meeting with Drakencrest's crew as we speak. They are in our pack's meeting room."
