Two gammas bowed low as Rolf and Lydia approached the double doors. They pushed them open, revealing the grand court beyond. The other seven alphas of the Eastern werewolf packs were already present with their betas and a handful of gammas. The hall was packed, thick with the mingled scents of different packs—pine, musk, damp earth, and forest. As Rolf and his Luna entered, every beta and gamma rose to their feet and bowed. He marched to his central seat, dropped into it and gave a curt wave of his hand.
"Sit," he commanded.
He had avoided court ever since Derek's humiliating visit to Moonfang. The other alphas had been hounding him for answers, demanding to know why their economy was collapsing and why the Lycan King had suddenly turned his attention their way again. The news of the Lycan King's visit had spread like a plague. But Rolf had called this meeting for one reason only.
"Thank you all for honouring my invitation," he began.
