"Rogue King?" The octopus merman snorted. "Can the Rogue King just be anyone these days? I was under the impression that a werewolf pack would never include a herd of centaurs. Do you serve the Alpha who claims to be the Rogue King?"
"…Ni—" Griswold was about to say something to save his dignity, but Nicholai only made the wind dance to keep him from talking. Knowing that he had no choice but to obey this furious King, Griswold held his tongue as he kept on eyeing the merfolk.
"Regardless of whether there is truth or none at all, you are stepping within the territory of the Canini Shore pack." Nicholai decided to handle the talks himself. There was no Julian to speak for him, after all. As for letting Darius do it, why should he let his precious mate face these mutated fish? "State your tribe and the reason why you dare risk an encounter with me."
