I follow the guard through the long corridors of the Packhouse, wondering what’s going to happen to me now.
I am being summoned by Alpha Connor and even if he is known for being an understanding man, I am not quite sure if he will be happy to see me. He probably wants to know what I am still doing here, and when I am going to move out, and I can’t blame him. He could be in a lot of trouble for letting me stay where I don’t belong, among other creatures than what I am.
We stop in front of two huge wooden doors and the guard knocks quickly before opening one of the doors. Alpha Connor’s office is entirely made of wood and leather, a very elegant desk is placed in front of the entrance, by the big windows, giving a good view over the gardens and the training field. Seated in a large red l
