Vesper glanced around like a lost puppy as he trailed after the two uniformed werewolves strutting down the corridor, with another pair of guards herding him from behind.
Oh yeah, this definitely screamed 'VIP treatment.'
He was mildly offended—he wasn't being treated like a guest (shocking, right?) and definitely wasn't getting the respect an informant should get (because, in their eyes, he wasn't one either.
To the Zacharias, Vesper was just some young werewolf with daddy issues—well, Alpha issues. And since he didn't have the brawn to take on Thorin himself, he did what any cowardly werewolf would do: snitch.
Not that the Zacharias were complaining. Oh no, they loved it. Thanks to Vesper, they now had their very own furry little whistleblower, who could help them undermine Thorin's authority.
Thorin may have thought he was untouchable, living independently and leading his own pack, free from their grasp.
Oh, how wrong he was!
