I stared at him, sure that I heard incorrectly.
“What do you mean?” I asked him, frowning. “He became Alpha by killing his father.”
Voltaire nodded.
“The story is a bit longer than that, and if you don’t mind,” Voltaire said, glancing at me intently, “I would like to tell you. I think that your bond with Varon will only have a chance if you know the truth of what happened, and the truth of who he is.”
I never thought that I had much in common with Voltaire, but I found that I agreed with him completely at that moment.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, I would like to know everything.”
Voltaire didn’t need any further encouragement.