Henry Nightshade had not been the most likeable person, but seeing the empty position where he should be seated still put a heavy mood over the meeting room. The chair sat there untouched, reminding everyone what had happened.
The Alpha King's residence was never the kind of place where people showed grief, but the air felt colder today. Even the sunlight through the tall windows looked weaker, like it didn't want to come in, mourning for the Alpha's loss.
Alpha Irene sat straight with her arms folded, staring past the table. Aeron had broken away from her as soon as they arrived in the city, heading to find their son and protect him if push came to shove.
Across from her, Alpha Caspian leaned close to his wife, Zara, whispering in a hushed voice, as if anyone in the room couldn't hear them with their werewolf hearing. Their eyes kept flicking toward Henry's empty chair and then away again.
