Nefretiri
"Nefretiri, come here," My father motions for me to come into his office, and I slowly make my way to his desk.
I hadn't meant to disturb his meeting, but Kali smelled something, leading me here. Besides, my dad wasn't like other Alphas. He let Dylan and me sit with him during his meetings. He said it was the only way we'd learn to run the pack when we grew up. So, ever since I was old enough to speak, I've listened to trade contracts and truces that prevented wars, and I've even helped my father solve problems inside the pack. The only time I can't be here is when a royal shows up, I have to hide in my room, or someone takes me to my grandparents.
I don't recognize the people here. My Paapa deals with many packs, but I know most of the Alphas he talks to. They're werewolves, but their scents aren't familiar. Yet, I'm not scared of them. They're so big. They make my Paapa and Uncle Angelo look like sticks.
