MARCO'S POV
This whole thing reminds me of those stupid movies humans watch with a high school reunion scene. Every f*****g presiding Alpha in North America is here; no one sent a proxy. And since my work with the Elders had me interacting with so many of them, I practically know everybody here. And I odiare most of them. Most likely, they odiare me too.
For the life of me, I can't understand why I am in this oversized ballroom, mingling (well, not mingling because I have no desire to talk to these idiots) before the inaugural Alpha meeting that I have no real stake in. I gave up both my packs and handed them off to better males. Males who didn't have a hand in the torturing….
"Stop thinking that way." Breelynn's voice is like a summer breeze; it's warm, inviting, and relaxing. Somehow
