Calla's Perspective
The arrival of Alpha Aidan from Snowmoon Pack was refreshingly different from the formal pageantry that had accompanied Kieran's entrance. Instead of a convoy of vehicles and an entourage of pack members, a single black SUV pulled up to the packhouse just after noon, and only one man stepped out.
I watched from the main hall window as he stretched, looking around the territory with obvious appreciation rather than assessment. Where Kieran had immediately begun cataloguing Moonveil's strengths and weaknesses, this Alpha seemed to simply be enjoying the mountain air and forest views.
"Interesting," Uncle Alric murmured beside me. "Most Alphas travel with at least a Beta and a few warriors for diplomatic meetings."
"Maybe Snowmoon does things differently," I suggested,
