[Nayla's POV]
"Well, well, what have we here?" I turned to see the senior Alpha of Canopus, my ex-husband's father. "If it isn't Gareth's old mate Gwyneth." He was staring at me smugly, a look of contempt in his eyes. Is he going to throw a fit like Marla did during my presentation? I looked back at him and waited. Werewolves don't age easily, but you could tell by looking at the subtle lines that appear in the corners of their eyes; Gareth's father has a sour face -- it made his age even more noticeable. He was wearing a plain designer suite, expertly cut; but none of its modern design made him look any less rude. If anything, he was as self-absorbed as his son, if not more.Gareth stepped beside him. "What are you doing here?" He asked me directly. I looked at them with steel in my eyes.
