I stifled a yawn. Even though my world had changed dramatically these past few weeks, I guessed it was true when they said that some things never changed. Being present at pack meetings was not my thing. I frowned, annoyed at myself for being so obvious about it. Even though Kane had prevented me from falling asleep while the meeting was going on, who was to say that some sharp eyes had not detected my detachment and glazed eyes?
Looking at Kane out of the corner of my eye, I was filled with a conflicting mixture of gratitude and resentment. I did not want to feel any trace of gratitude toward him. It would only make it harder to reject him as my mate.
The conference room was gradually emptying of its occupants. People were leaving in twos and threes. Though I had not paid close attent
