The Exiled Prince

Sitri listened closely filing small bits of information away. The boy was a princeling, his father had been an alpha. Sitri was not a stranger to murder, so it didn’t even make him flinch as the boy spoke of his sister murdering his father. His former queen had murdered countless others in the pack, he had murdered for her actually so it was no new thing to him.

Sitri wondered how the queen would take the boys cocky attitude. Granted yes sometimes it was good to be a bit cocky and confident, but to be overly confident well that could cause some problems. Sitri wondered if the boy really was a capable fighter, he would have to spar with him some day.