Alpha Orion
Alpha Aleksandr of the Eastern Realm sat rigid beside him with rugged features, dark brown hair and amber eyes hard as flint with a pale scar nicking one brow as he tracked every move Orion made.
At the far end of the table sat Chancellor Dawson, the lone human among Lycans. His thin fingers were clasped tightly together atop a stack of papers, his expression carefully composed. Yet, the faint tang of fear rolling off him was impossible to miss.
Orion took his seat at the head of the table. "Let's begin."
Caspian's smirk deepened. "You're late, Orion."
Orion shot him a sidelong glance. "And yet, I'm still the one you waited for."