The council room is unusually quiet. The elders of Ashbourne pack sit in wait, murmuring low among themselves while the air is tight with anticipation and finally, the doors burst open without warning.“Miss me?” comes a cheerful voice.The elders reels their head, then raises questioning brow as the pack future, Gamma, Riven, strolls in like he owns the place, grinning wide, a black leather jacket clinging to his shoulders, red hair dripping with slight drops of water and his eyes brown eyes glinting mischievously.“You’re late, Gamma,” Alpha Dagon says at the head of the table, unimpressed.“I bring gifts,” Riven beams as he steps forward and drops a folder on the table with a dramatic flair. “Well, it's not exactly gifts, more like really, really bad news.”He winks and slumps into the first seat he can find, crossing one leg over the other, looking like someone who just walked out of the magazine as he runs his veiny hands through his hair, ignoring the looks of irritation from th
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