Savannah POV (Cont)
“If I may interject your majesties I know that you all have questions for Vannah, but I may have some of those answers,” Emmett said. They looked at me, then to him, then asked how he could be of help if I wasn’t there when the pack was attacked. He took out what looked like a vial of blood and handed it to the Vampire King Demetrius and said, “that should give you some answers, since blood doesn’t lie.” King Demetrius took it and drank it and seconds later he looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher. Then he spoke to Dahlia while still looking at me, “Dahlia, can you all excuse us, I must discuss with the other Kings and Queens of what I learned from this young warrior's blood memories.” She nodded, and we all stood and left the conference room and went and sat in the living room and turned on the TV.
While in the living room, Tristan asked, “what do you think is going to happen now.” I looked over at him and said, “honestly Tristan, I don’t know, I know that I’m not ready to become Alpha of my pack, but the truth is I doubt I ever will be, but I know my pack is scattered and if they want to come back I will accept them and hope to be the leader they deserve. As far as the Royals, they seem to care, but only since I've heard rumors that a lot of packs are being threatened by Alpha James. They don’t know that his threats are meaningless, since his son can’t shift and his wolf Dante won’t allow him to. I also know that if it comes down to it, I’ll head to my packhouse to keep the town safe.” “You say you’re not ready, but by the way you just spoke, you are totally ready to be an Alpha Vannah,” Tristan said. “I agree with Tristan you are going to be a great Alpha Vannah,” Emmett said. I thanked them both, and we continued to watch TV while Dahlia looked pissed and worried at the same time while she paced behind the couch.