“Zion,” Beta Tyler’s voice broke the silence of the exhaustive, wood-scented study. “Alpha Ryan and his Beta from Winterveil Pack are already waiting in the meeting room.”
Zion slowly lifted his head from the stack of documents he hadn’t yet signed. He looked at Tyler for a few seconds, then nodded. “How long?”
“About ten minutes. They refused refreshments. Alpha Ryan said he wanted to speak with you directly.”
Zion rose from his chair and straightened his deep black collar. “Looks like their visit isn’t just a formality.” He patted Tyler on the shoulder. “Come on—don’t keep them waiting. Alpha Ryan doesn’t like waiting—and I know exactly why.”
Tyler fell in step with his Alpha as they walked down the long corridor toward the main meeting room.
Morning sunlight streamed through tall p
