However, inside the room I found only the former Alpha and his wife, the younger brother and a third man who smelled human. The former Alpha Darian Blackstone was still an attractive man, although his hair was iron-gray and his beard was growing white. He smiled at me with a friendly and gentle expression. I can’t say the same for his mate, who regarded me coldly from her place on the sofa. She did not rise to meet me or extend her hand in greeting. “Thank you for coming, my dear.” Darian said warmly, “We are honored that you have accepted our agreement,” he kissed the back of my hand and then turned to my grandfather. “Alpha Moore,” He shook Grandfather’s hand. “I don’t believe you’ve met my younger son, Asher.” Asher Blackstone resembled his mother, in as much as he had fair skin and golden hair which was cropped short. He seemed to be a tangle of long arms and long legs as he rose from the seat beside his mother to greet us. He swept his cool blue eyes over me in a calculating way, and held my hand for a moment too long. I had to pull my fingers out of his grasp. The other man in the room was introduced as Mr. Brooks, the family lawyer. I could tell right away that he was a human, which was curious, because he seemed completely at ease with the present werewolf company. “Where is the groom?” My grandfather asked.