Inside the large room, rows of Alphas were seated. Faces Grey had grown used to seeing over time.
Some of them had attended meetings he had been present at before. Alongside them were other men who appeared to be pack leaders, their posture formal.
And on the far side, seated with an ease that seemed natural to him, sat Lord Jethro.
Grey's breath caught slightly the moment he saw him.
Their eyes met briefly.
It was only a second-barely that-but it was enough for Grey to feel the tension settle heavy in his chest.
Almost immediately, Lord Jethro looked away, dismissing the contact as though it hadn't happened at all.
Couldn't lord Jethro have just told me about this meeting?
Grey groaned inwardly.
Before he could dwell on it further, he was guided toward a seat placed at the very front of the room. It was unmistakable-clearly positioned for the head of the meeting.
Grey hesitated when he reached it, his movements stiff as he lowered himself into the chair.
