Tyler
We came back from our meeting and headed straight to the dining hall, but my senses were telling me that Emily was not in here, I could sense her somewhere else. Her scent was near and directed me towards the kitchen.
My hand held the top of my chair as I stood up, looking out towards the smell of her scent.
Hope, Harou, and Candace sat in front of me. I liked the idea of round tables, it made us all feel equal. It was a costume we had for all three of our allied packs. Whether we gathered at the Blood Moon Pack, the Crescent Moon Pack, or in ours, we always brought out round chairs to show equality. The same went when we had formal dinners in our own pack.
Harou's pack is the only Lycan pack that we have ever come to terms with being peaceful with, and the same with Damian. I mean, when have you ever heard of a vampire clan working in peace with werewolves? Right? Not likely, but thanks to a pact that started 5,000 years before Christ came, it has been this way for us.
