Another Luna?

Alpha Rasmore sat with an angry scowl evident on his face. The elders sitting in front of him kept ranting and rumbling as if they hadn't seen the anger in his eyes. It was obvious that he wasn't interested in what was being discussed, but it seemed like those fifty elders, leaders from different packs, weren't giving a damn about his anger. What angered him much more was the fact that since they had arrived, they hadn't said anything for him to hear. They were whispering among each other, roaming their eyes around the palace as if looking for somebody.

"Hey, nothing should be served." Alpha Rasmore told the maids, who were coming in with trays of food and drinks. The elders raised their heads salivating, shifting on their sits. It was obvious they were not welcomed there, but they won't be going anywhere. They groaned in disapproval as they watched the maids wheel the food away. One of them tried to raise his hand to tell Rasmore that they had come from far and that they needed the f