The sober air didn’t mix well with the grandiose nature of the grand hallway.
It was more a room where you’d expect joyous events to take place rather than a b****y execution.
The room was cold and uncomfortable, especially with the eyes of the gamma on me.
He was a man in his early thirties, with a calm demeanor; however despite his harsh looks he was known for being diligent and competent in his roles. He was able to perfectly understand the feelings of others and if a situation did require harsh backlash he wouldn’t be hesitant to use it.
Unlike Max, he was fair with his punishments and was lenient enough to give chances.
He had a good rapport with other members of the pack but it seemed he wouldn’t waste an ounce of his energy to show me any hospitality.
My thoughts were silen
