THIRD POV
There was a meeting between the Rossi secondary branches, deep in a mansion in the eerie woods near the outskirts of the city.
The air was tense, hard eyes meeting one another, heads dipping in acknowledgement. No words were exchanged, yet, everyone understood the gravity of the situation.
A meeting like this hadn’t been called in years, not after the current Alpha Rossi entered power and called the secondary branches for a meeting of the minds and growth of the pack. Now, the meeting was held against his daughter, a betrayer of the Rossi clan with an enticing offer.
The heads of the secondary branches sat at the head of the table, Lauren Rossi at the rear, and Malcom and Arthur Rossi to her left and right.
Malcom, with his lips set in a straight displeased line, running his
