*Morgan*
I walk into the room, and my eyes meet Reginald's. Oh, my goodness! Why is he giving me such a furious look? I stop in the doorway of the room. From the look in his dark eyes, it seems like he genuinely hates me. Like I'm his worst enemy. I don't have a good feeling about how this meeting will go.
Shane tugs gently on my hand. “Morgan? Come on. The meeting is about to start."
I let him pull me. I somehow tear my eyes away from Reginald's and study the room where the meeting is being held. Wow, I can't believe how many people are in attendance. There are faces I don't even recognize.
Shane's pack is much bigger than I realized. It seems like the meeting room also doubles as an emergency bunker. There are extra supplies down here that are enough for the whole pack. Even thoug
