The clearing was dark, even with the half-moon high in the night sky.
I still didn’t quite understand why this meeting wasn’t taking place somewhere indoors with chairs. Adrian explained that it was tradition, but I wasn’t convinced this was one that shouldn’t be left in the past.
Five older werewolves stood before Adrian, several other members of the pack were on the edge of the clearing, near the trees. I was among them. Adrian had escorted me to a spot on the edge and out of the way.
“If things get ugly, switch forms and run.” He had said, which did nothing to assure me.
Now he stood before the five older members, none of them except Phillip looking at all pleasant. Adrian stands tall and in control. The very picture of cool authority. There is a power about him that commands m
