Clint Ryder stepped out of his car, his expression guarded as he stared up at the intimidating structure of the High Council Headquarters.
There were already individuals in all black waiting to receive him, their eyes were obscured by black shades, their communication devices plain to see.
He simply ignored them, walking forward without waiting for their guidance. The High Council Headquarters was more familiar to him than it would ever be to any of them.
Despite the fact that he didn't do so much as acknowledge his presence, they kept close to him, providing a shield of sorts with their bodies.
He walked right on to the top floor, unfettered, right up to the office of the most important person in the entire building. The head of the High Council.
He opened the door without knocking, the men tailing him wisely keeping their distance now.
Familiar pale blue eyes stared up at him, amusement swirling in those depths as Alpha Eaton, head of the High Council, took him in.
