"Good morning, which pack do you hail from?" A well-dressed man in a sharp suit, walkie-talkie clipped to his lapel and a tablet in hand, asks as we approach the entrance to the marquee complex.
"Good morning. Golden Lycans," Austin replies smoothly, before adding, "but we also have Will Leighton-Carter and his mate, Annabelle Wilde, with us."
The man’s expression flickers with surprise as he quickly checks his tablet.
"Oh, hold on one moment," he says, stepping aside and speaking quietly into his handset. After a brief exchange, he turns back to us.
"That lady over there will escort you to your table," he tells Austin, before addressing Will. "And if you follow this gentleman, he will take you to your family’s table."
Another suited man appears, ushering Will and Annabelle away, leav
