Avery had spent years attending council meetings.
Years listening to Alphas argue about borders, trade agreements, patrol routes, hunting rights, and dozens of other things that somehow always turned into arguments.
Normally, he handled it well.
As Alpha of Karite Pack, diplomacy was part of the job.
Today was no different.
At least that was what he thought when he entered the regional council hall that morning.
The gathering was being hosted by a neighboring pack. Alphas, Betas, and council representatives from several territories had arrived.
The room buzzed with conversation.
Warriors stood near the walls.
Servants carried refreshments.
Politics filled the air.
Avery was already regretting attending.
His mind wasn’t on council matters.
Not completely.
Ever since the festiv
