ZACHARAY'S POV
"Come in," I responded, and the door pushed open. To my delight, it was Clark whose face popped out from behind the door.
"Good morning, Alpha, there are guests waiting for you; it's the council of elders; they wish to speak with you," he announced.
The frown on my face bore deeper as I listened to their words. I wasn't pleased with the way they were up and about so early in the day; besides, they were never up to anything good.
"I'll have my bath and meet you in feminism; we will head into the office." I responded, but that had not seemed to be the case, judging by how hesitant Clark looked.
"I'm sorry, but they are downstairs, in the mansion, not the office." Clark addressed me again. I rolled my eyes in my head, knowing damn well I was right; it wasn't li
