Iris's POV
"My friend! Good to see you!" A muscular voice exclaimed, brimming with what seemed like genuine excitement. I lifted my gaze just enough to see Alpha Trent, the imposing leader of the Warborn pack, walking toward Alpha Darius with open arms. Darius accepted the hug as they hugged for what felt like seconds. Behind Trent, four warriors flanked him. Each wore the Warborn's signature black leather armor, their hands resting on the hilts of swords strapped to their waists as two stood at the side of the gigantic doors while the other two stood on the other side, their faces emotionless, their gazes sweeping the crowd.
