SWORN TO THE ALPHA KING

[54.1] BRIAN

[SILVER RAYNE WILLIAMS]

WEST HOUSE is quiet when we walk in.

I am confused, gaze traveling the breadth of the deserted space before us. It's still morning, I would think the place would be brimming with life.

"Oh, for the love of God, where is everyone?" I mutter mostly to myself. I make the grave mistake of forgetting the boy beside me is an Arc Wolf, therefore even my slightest whispers must sound like an inviting conversation.

"Perhaps they have school," Hunter states, poshly, then adds as if it is most obvious, "It is morning."

I glance at him.

I feel dumb at not thinking of it sooner. And his posh accent only makes me feel more stupid.

"Classes. right." I grunt, sighing.

Pushing back my glasses back, I run a hand through my curls. Damnnit.

What are we to do now? We can't very well barge in and fish her out—could we?

"They'll be out in a half hour," someone speaks.

I spin at the sound of the familiar voice, my eyes finding that of the Male sworn. Brian.

He stands behind us, leaning against the door frame. His dark eyes are calm, calculating, arms folded, in his signature black coat, simply studying the two of us.

His gaze rests on Hunter for a moment, then flashes to me. He sighs as he pushes off the door frame.

"I hope you're here to see your sister and not painfully fail to steal her ..." he trails off.

My eyes widen, glancing down at Hunter. The young wolf's eyebrows gather at the Sworns statement,

"Steal her?" he echoes.

I clear my throat, shaking my head quickly, trying to motion to Brian that this was not the person we should be having this conversation before.

We shouldn't be having this question in front of anyone. Period.

He seems to get the gist. His eyebrows cinch for a moment, gaze narrowing on the young Prince, and then pauses, a realization crossing his features.

"You—You're a fang.." he pauses, head tilting, "A wolf."

His eyes fall to Hunter's clothes, "A noble."

Hunter's gaze softens, seemingly studying the sworn with even more intrigue, a realization of his own, "And you must be the male sworn."

This only makes Brian study him much more intensely.

I do us all a favor and break the ice.

"This is Lord Hunter Silvon Veridian,"  I grit slowly, making sure each word is enunciated, I then turn to Hunter, "And this is—Brian."

Brian's eyebrows raise at the mention of his name, and lazily trail to the Arc, nodding slowly.

"A Veridian..." he bows rather playfully, and then drawls, "Forgive me—your majesty."

Hunter's gaze shifts to me for a moment at the introdution, but purses his lips, and then nods.

"It's alright," he mumbles.

Silence consumes us after this revelation.

The eyes of the Male Sworn move between Hunter and me, studying the space between us. Probably wondering how it was I was standing this close to a Verdian.