~Storm~
When Karl and I stepped into the guest lodge, it was warm, compared to the blizzard outside.
Marcus sat in the main chair like he owned the place. His wolves were positioned around the room. It was a subtle power move, but I noticed.
I didn't sit. Standing kept the dynamic clear: this was my territory, and I was in control.
"Storm," Marcus greeted, rising to clasp my forearm in the traditional alpha greeting. His grip was firm and I matched it without effort.
"Karl informed me you will be staying until the blizzard ends," I said.
"Yes." Marcus gestured for me to sit, but I remained standing. Whatever he had to say, I'd hear it while standing.
"C'mon man," Marcus persuaded. "You can't be standing while we're talking. Take a seat at least."
"I'm fine," I said firmly.
"Okay."
