Ivan
"Mr. Treyson, Mr. Pagonos, may I introduce Alpha Thadeus. Alpha, Lucas Pagonos and Ivan Treyson." Our driver introduced us, exposing his throat to our host.
There was no denying this man was an Alpha. His aura radiated around him, and you only find an air of confidence in a leader. He had scars along his jaw and neck, but he didn't try to hide them like I've seen others do. This man was a warrior and was proud of it. He smiles at us after giving us a once over and holds out his hand. There was a tribal tattoo inked in white on his fingers, traveling up his hand to his arm.
"Ivan, Lucas," His voice was deep and authoritative. "I'm honored the two of you accepted my invitation."
"The honor is ours, Alpha Thadeus," Luke said before I could. Honestly, it was a good thing. He's better at diplomacy. "My father was honored to hear from you. I'm sorry he wasn't able to come."
