FIFTEEN

Once those costly shoes of his stepped into the large but formally designed Council Room, silence prevailed almost instantly.

The Council Room, a place where the Alpha and his beta alongside the Council Members discussed essential issues concerning the Pack, was always considered a sacred place.

The Council Members were a group of six male werewolves – each aged, gray-haired or born, and quite knowledgeable and wise. An Alpha without beings like these was merely delusional or frankly thoughtless.

The Council Room entailed an elongated wooden posh desk that was surrounded by numerous seats – just like a setting of a meeting of BODs, but slightly different.

Placed elegantly at their front was the throne–like chair of Alpha Shawn, while his beta stood beside his right – as it should be.

“Your Majesty!” immediately he stepped in, all stood, then lowered their heads in acknowledgment of his presence.

Each held Alpha Shawn in high esteem; at such a young age, he has already accomplished so