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,...