Aerion
The minute I stepped off the podium, I knew my work wasn’t done. The other alphas were gathered in the private lounge waiting to catch up. I scanned the group, and my eyes landed on my father, who was seated at the far end.
Among the men and women, most young, he looked out of the place.
He shouldn’t still be doing this. It’s time, Aerion. Drakos said.
I knew he was right, but I had no plan of what to do with both packs. Merging was a headache of its own and so was moving between both packs.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” Alpha Gideon of Silver Scent, also our esteemed host, quipped as I approached the group. He was as loud and brash as ever. He was either a source of amusement or irritation, depending on the day. “Did the big speech make your knees shake, Aerion?”
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