Stella was in her element as she paraded through the ballroom that had been decorated in silver. The serving omegas wore simple suits, allowing them to blend in as they weaved through the crowd bearing platters of drinks and hors d’oeuvres. They were easily ignored as the gathered alphas, lunas and a few beta and gammas chatted easily.
Gier and the other Council members found themselves somewhat out of place. Very few alphas approached or even acknowledged them. It was becoming increasingly irritating that they refused to accept the Council’s authority. That was something else Gier needed the King to understand. In this modern age, werewolves needed to adapt.
“Alpha Ashur and Luna Orla of the Blue Canyon Pack, Kweo Wolf Nation,” the wolf posted by the door announced.
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