Several of my mother's guests were wandering through the rooms on the mansion's first floor, waiting for a dinner that, otherwise, I now discovered she had postponed with the purpose of, based on my suggestion, organizing an event that would bring together the main hierarchs and leaders of the local packs.
Aly, for example, was engaged in a somewhat conversation with a handsome young man with long chocolate-colored hair, sharp features, and a joviality only dimmed by the fact that he seemed troubled by the weight of immense responsibilities.
"He is Nicolas Zoe, the firstborn and heir of David Zoe, a powerful Alpha who has lands not far from here, within the state," Liam explained when he saw that my eyes were fixed on the person Aly was talking to.
"His power not only rivals your mothe
