Logan's POV
The main auditorium in the great hall is humming with restless energy when I step inside. Thirty-six alphas from twelve Eastern states— three from each state— every one of them seated in the carved stone tiers that circle the floor like rising waves.
The tension in the room is so thick that I can basically taste it. Or that might just be because they're so many Alpha's present. Their scents, their dominance and power, it's not exactly something that can be avoided and tension presses down like storm clouds about to break.
I take in a deep breath and keep my chin high. Fenrir prowls restlessly within me, riled up by the presence of so many competitors. I can't exactly explain that we'll be fighting with words… that's boring.
