Helena Ashwood arrives at exactly nine in the morning, driven by a younger wolf who carries her briefcase like it contains state secrets. Which, given Helena's position on the Council, it probably does.
She's dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that manages to be both professional and approachable. Her white hair is styled in an elegant twist, and her sharp eyes miss nothing as she surveys the conference room Kade prepared for our meetings.
"Good. Windows, natural light, comfortable seating. Much better than those dreadful Council chambers." She settles into the head of the table with the ease of someone used to commanding rooms. "Shall we begin?"
I take the seat across from her, flanked by Kade on one side and Kieran on the other. Thorne sits beside Kieran, legal pad already out and
