Cassian's POV
As I step foot into the council hall, these old werewolves who were of my father's age, have their eyes on me as though I might disappear into thin air if they do not do so.
It has been their habit of scrutinizing me with their eyes, but I'm not moved by that.
An important meeting… What is too important that has made them call for a meeting?
For these men, most things were always important.
"Alaric has to leave," Stellan says.
Alaric gestures at me, waiting to know if I want him gone. He goes on to turn his back against them.
He takes a step closer, but I stop him. "I don't see why he should leave."
There's a deep frown on Stellan, Phineas and Magnus' faces.
Then that's a clue that this meeting is far more important than I anticipated. Their insistence on Alaric's going out is an obvious proof of that. Moreover, Alaric is not a part of them. He's just a pack healer. There's no need to lengthen matters.
"You can go." I tell him.
