Noah
He was listening to the way Alpha Griffin was speaking with Gretta and a part of him wanted to shake his head. That man over there was all courtesy and showing respect. Even the way he talked about how he ran mating balls, and how he tried his best to make sure all the wolves around them from this pack to his allies were given the best opportunity to scent out their Goddess-Gifted Mates.
What a crock of s**t, was his thought as he moved through the packhouse. Nothing here had changed all that much, no real renovations had been made, but the place had been given a new coat of paint somewhere along the line and the once long heavy drapes had been replaced with what looked to be Roman blinds.
Where the packhouse had once been a soft blue and dark blue, it was now all cream with light
