XANDER
The following day coincided with the monthly Council Meeting.
I sat at the head of the circular table, Jaxon to my right, the five Elders spread evenly around us.
“Jaxon,” I said, signaling the start of the meeting, “brief the Elders on the company’s quarterly report.”
“Yes, Alpha Xander,” Jaxon replied, rising to his feet with documents in his hands.
Only to be cut off.
“Before that,” a voice interjected smoothly, “I believe the Council deserves an explanation as to why the Alpha was absent from the territory these past few days.”
My gaze shifted to the speaker seated directly across from me.
Unsurprisingly, it was Elder Hatton.
The man truly didn’t know when to quit.
Still, as an Elder responsible for Pack law and tradition, he had the standing to raise such concerns. Ha
