Meanwhile, elsewhere
The Gamma’s chin-length hair was so dark it was almost black, with liquid blue eyes that were almost hypnotic. He had an air of arrogance about him, derived from overinflated self-confidence.
That would have to change, Cecelia decided. It did remind her a little too much of someone she worked hard to forget.
“So. You are Night Star’s new Gamma,” she said in a bored tone. She was in a small abandoned cabin that was not part of any wolf territory. She preferred neutral territory, and had not set foot on pack lands to conduct business in almost twenty years. Last time she had done it, it was only because she had a very good reason.
“I am,” he said, arching an eyebrow.
“Do you know why you were sent here?”
“The previous Gamma was my uncle,” he said by way of explanat
