DANTE
A circus freak show. That's what this damned hall felt like.
We were at Alpha Jeremiah's pack—Howling Moon—for his son's induction ceremony. The kid was officially taking over the pack, and I had made it crystal clear that Hex should represent me. I had no interest in clapping for some bratty heir as he stumbled into power.
Apparently, my words hadn't been clear enough, or maybe Hex had forgotten how to understand plain English. Because here I was, sitting in the middle of the crowd I had sworn to avoid, glaring holes into everything around me.
And no, I hadn't followed him here unthinkingly, if that was what you were thinking. The bastard tricked me. Said it was an urgent, high-level meeting. One where my presence actually mattered. It wasn't until we were halfway there that I realized I'd been duped, and by the time I did, it was already too late to turn back without making a scene.
