Ben's POV
I hate these conferences. I'm grateful that I never had to attend them very often when I was at Red River.
Grayson never really attended them. Always had some excuse as to why he couldn't go,and even though they were never mandatory for him to be there, I know a lot of the elders disapproved of him. Almost to the point where they stopped inviting him.
I'm at the snack table, getting one of those little plates full of mini pigs in blankets, and pizza bites, deviled eggs, and some kind of cream cheese puff pastry, when I'm approached by someone I haven't seen in a few years.
"Ben Walker, good seeing you here man." Sam says.
"Alpha Sam. It's a pleasure sir." I say to him as I shake his hand.
Sam Trudeau was Alpha of a pack near Red River called Silver Moon. They were an alrig
