Clara
She looked at those out here and wondered why Alpha Nile was all dressed up. He was, she realized as she looked over him, his daughter, and his unit. Clean-shaven, had his hair done all neatly, and he was wearing a dark blue pinstripe three-piece suit with a crisp white dress shirt and a blue and gold tie, he stood there with a single hand in one pocket; he kind of exuded Alpha calm and confidence she thought absently.
She moved her eyes past him to all his Elite warriors standing out here, and they were all standing behind him and his unit, dressed in black slacks and dress shirts as well. Everything about them was very formal as well. It was odd to her as she looked them over.
It was, she thought, almost as if he was out here also hoping to scent out a Mate; that would be one of
