Danyal sits at the head of the large conference table, his powerful form filling the space like an ominous threat and he glares at the seat that should be occupied by Council Representative Remer.
I sit next to Danyal, my eyelids fluttering as I try to stay awake, the silence killing any chance of it. After my fifth stifled yawn, Roman kicks me from under the table.
"Woman wake up!" He whispers yells across the table.
Others from the White Hills pack look our way and I blush even in my tired state. Danyal continues to glare at the empty chair, lost in his own thoughts.
Leaning over the table I whisper back, "Shut up, I am awake. What is your problem?"
"I too am tired, it's too early for this s**t, and this coffee is not doing anything for me." Roman points a dramatic finger at his cof
