Chapter Hundred-Forty-Six – Dense
Baxter tightened the sash on his waist. He looked up at the mirror, a determined expression on his face.
Next time, he'd be the one saving the damsels in distress, not being the damsel in distress.
The day was his inauguration, and even if it was small scale, only between the officials, he felt like the whole pack, his dead loved ones as well, were watching him.
Dylan walked into his room. "The warriors are ready to greet you. Leave that mirror already."
Baxter smirked, facing him. "You know you'd be a warrior under me. You should try to get on my good side or I'd send you back to High Mountains."
Dylan's face straightened. Was that a threat? But he didn't want to find out, he looked down and apologized immediately. "S-Sorry. Don't send me back, please."
