Chapter 22

　　Derek’s POV

　　It was Francis, the Alpha of the West Ford Pack. I

　　turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a white suit with a pair of

　　golden-edged glasses. It was a stranger’s face but I was not surprised. Francis

　　could change his look as he wanted and speak with different voices. That was

　　his gift, disguise. Just then he used his original voice, so I recognized him.

　　I gave him a why-are-you-here look.

　　“I heard of the fight, too. Will you really allow

　　that girl to be a warrior as long as she wins?”

　　“Of course,” I answered without looking at him.

　　Francis chuckled.

　　“I can’t believe that. What did your mate do to

　　you? You didn’t even allow your ex…”

　　I turned around and narrowed my eyes. He shut up

　　before he was finished.

　　I knew what he wanted to say. When Emma was still

　　my ex-girlfriend, I didn’t even allow her to step into the training ground, not