Demetrius led me up the steps of the dais. He waited for me to settle into my throne first, ensuring the fabric of my sweater and jeans sat comfortably before he took his own seat right beside me. The moment he sat, his posture locked down into an unyielding, regal authority that always commanded absolute silence in a room.
A moment later, the heavy doors at the back of the hall creaked open. Sam stepped through first, his expression completely deadpan and professional as he led the march down the long, carpeted aisle. As the Head Gamma, he looked perfectly at home in his dark tactical uniform, carrying a thick, imposing leather binder stuffed with the territory logs under his arm.
Behind him followed the first taste of our domestic chaos: two highly agitated-looking pack members. One wa
