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 even when she just wanted to see me. I admitted that I was a control freak at a younger age. 　　“Where is Erika? Don’t you wa