Lyra POV

Lyra smiles and nods to all the Alphas, who grin and smile at her as they walk through the room.

Xavier rises from his seat when Lyra draws near, and he pulls her chair out for her, clapping her on the back as she sits down.

"Well done, shortie," he grins, and she rolls her eyes teasingly, pulling him down into a hug.

"Thank you for sorting this out," she nods to him, gazing around the room curiously.

The table is in the front of the room, sitting slightly in the middle of the rest of the tables.

She can see everything from her seat, including the Council...