Cassien's POV
“Your Majesties,” the elders bowed as I and my brothers headed for our assigned seats.
The room went silent for a moment as the maids served us drinks. Once they were done, they bowed and left the room. “What could be the motive of this meeting today, Griffin?” I asked, taking a sip of my drink.
It was the locally brewed wine. Tasted as perfectly as it should be. Griffin, the old bald man, was the oldest of the elders of the pack. He was the trusted advisor of our parents, but he couldn't retain that position after our ascension, as he was just too old for the role.
His eldest son took over. Jared, seated beside his father, but Griffin still maintained his position in the council. “There have been a lot of complaints in the pack,” he said.
“What for?” Riven questioned.
