( CAMILLA )
“Dina, calm down.” Marcel’s back was turned to mine, and a commanding voice came from his lips.
The German Shepherd, who bared his teeth and snarled, his brown eyes full of anger directed at me, obeyed the order. Marcel stepped forward a few paces, stroked the dog’s head, and rewarded it with a kiss. Then he whispered softly in the dog ear, but the sound of the waves prevented me from hearing the words. The man turned to me, his face wearing a small smile, although his green eyes betrayed something strange.
“Understood, Tyler, give me half an hour.” Marcel’s gaze drifted towards the waves for a moment, and the phone found a place in his pocket.
Probably an important call, or maybe a meeting. Surely Alpha’s position takes time. This call was proof. Marcel stepped forward,
