Arielle’s POV
I walked into the conference room and I found Ethan locked in a deep conversation with a couple of stern-looking men who I hadn’t seen around here often. I couldn’t tell if they belong to our pack or if they were emissaries on a mission from a neighboring pack.
As soon as Ethan sensed my presence, he signaled for me to take a seat before returning his attention to the men speaking in hushed tones but I could still sense the urgency laced in their voices.
Ethan wore a rather relaxed look on his face and if I didn’t know him any better, it was only a facade to hide his true expressions. I didn’t need to take two glances at him to know he wasn’t pleased with whatever they were saying to him.
I focused my attention on the ceiling, counting the number of squares each row had
