For the first time, I had been sent to represent Zephyr at a pack meeting. An emergency at work had come up, so I was attending in his place, accompanied by my usual escorts.
He had briefed me thoroughly the night before, going over the latest updates and what was expected. I absorbed everything quickly, because I refused to disappoint him.
The meeting was to be held in one of the buildings on the estate, and when the grand doors opened, all eyes turned to me. Surprised. Flabbergasted.
I walked down the center aisle calmly, ignoring the shocked glances and low whispers that followed as Troy and Garrett led me to the chair Zephyr usually occupied at the head of the hall. It sat on a slightly elevated pavement.
Pack members were already seated, about fifty in total. Men, women and elders
