The table was unusually quiet and the hall ghostly and stranger out of place. Dinner had never been quiet, it seemed a ghost was amongst them and they were all scared of angering the haunted spirit. In this case, the ghost was none other than alpha Roman. His
eyes were dark and his jaw clenched, yet he managed to continue eating and taking gentle sips of his soup like he was not the reason everyone was uneasy. His anger was like a sonic wave and it kept hitting at them at every second, one mistake could possibly cause
someone’s life. It was a festive period and rather than have someone die in their midst, they rather remain quiet. Daciana turned to the direction the alpha sat down for what looked like the twelfth time that night. The look on his face just made her turn back to her food a
