Adea
“Everyone present has an alliance with the previous Alpha of Half Moon,” Alpha Rich said. “Your attendance shows you would like to take his spot here at the Alpha’s Table and continue said alliance.” When Shane didn’t speak, he continued. “Does anyone have any questions?”
When no one answered, Alpha Rich nodded his head. “There is also a peace treaty.”
“Explain the details of the peace treaty, would you?” Shane asked, his voice a low rumble.
“It’s a simple one. The peace treaty stands for every Alpha and his pack present,” Alpha Rich looked around the table. “By coming to The Table, you swear there will be no wars waged against any other pack here.”
“What happens if the Peace Treaty is broken?” Shane asked.
He said it as if he were talking about a simple matter like the weather or what he ate for lunch. I forgot that I was ignoring Shane and I just about broke my neck as I turned my focus onto him.
