Dorian’s pov.

I stood in the northern courtyard, my arms crossed as a royal scout dismounted in a rush, bowing before speaking.

"Ironclaw pack has entered our outer territory, my King. Marcus leads them."

I narrowed my eyes. "Any signs of aggression?"

"No, Your Majesty."

"Meet them with drawn weapons," I instructed. "But do nothing unless provoked. Escort them here. Marcus... I don’t know what side he’s truly on".

Freya told me Alaric visited ...