CHRIS
I sat at the far end of the long oak table in the grand council room, my hands clasped tightly together to hide the tension in my body. The atmosphere was heavy with authority as the seven Alphas of the seven packs gathered around, each man radiating their dominance in their unique way. My father, Alpha Marion, sat at the head of the table with his usual air of command, his face unreadable as always.
This was my first time attending a meeting of the Alphas, and the weight of their presence wasn’t lost on me. I felt like a lamb in a den of wolves, an observer in a game far bigger than I was prepared for. I kept my head down, my mouth shut, and my ears open. I figured the best way to learn was by watching.
Alpha Rivers of the Silver Fangs Pack, with his sharp features and piercing g
