CHAPTER NINE

Brighton Pack's conference room was crammed with werewolves, who waited expectantly for their Alpha's arrival. The grieving families who had lost a loved one in the recent attacks were huddled in one corner at the left hand side of the long and wide triangular table situated at the center of the room with red, tear rimmed eyes, puffed and blotched faces. The right hand was reserved for high ranking wolves, like the Alpha's family, the Luna's family, the beta's family, the gamma's family, the pack advisors, the pack's highly decorated warriors and the pack highest professionals like doctors and lawyers etc. Collectively they were known as Brighton's stakeholders.

At the apex of the triangular table, between the left and right sides were two throne-like chairs, reserved for the Alpha and his Luna, beside those chairs were seats for the beta and gamma. Other members of the pack clammored at the other end of the table.

Everyone had arrived apart from the Alpha, his sons and the gamma. T