Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy oak door. The familiar scent of wolf and wood smoke filled the air. I walked with purpose, heading straight for Astor's office. The door was slightly ajar, and I could hear voices inside. As I approached, I realized it wasn't just Astor.
I pushed the door open fully and stepped in. And then I stopped, my breath catching in my throat.
Astor was there, standing stiffly by his desk. Beside him, looking grim, was Ove. then my mother and father, seated with worried expressions. But the person who commanded the room, who made my blood run cold, was seated at the head of the large conference table. The Alpha King.
My eyes darted between them all, a knot forming in my stomach. The Alpha King was here? What was going on?
Astor motioned to the empt
