“Kid, why have you summoned us all in here like some sort of secret group?” Max demanded as he straddled a chair and took a seat at the table. His eyes were locked on Senna in challenge.
Senna nodded as if he expected such a response. “August.”
“What about her?” Gideon demanded. His blue eyes were tired as he glared at the other wolf.
“We need to talk about what we’re going to do about her,” Senna responded. “I can say with certainty that all of the people here have feelings for the angel.”
“And?” Max demanded.
“And,” Senna continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “We need to talk about that. There’s too many here for one. Anyone that is not serious about her should give up.”
Gideon snorted. “You still have a lot to learn.” He held up a single finger. “First of all, August is th
