Things were going great, there was no yelling, no one had left the meeting room and Lisa Rothwell couldn't be any prouder of herself as she was.
She stood there as she watched some of the werewolves murmur to themselves and from the way they looked, Lisa knew they were not talking about throwing something at her, if it was not for her words then she has done something well.
She walked to the seat in the front where Alpha Rowan normally sat and stared at it. She looked at the two seats next to it, and then the next.
She walked to her father's seat and sat there. Her father was not going to do anything to her; they had a big fish to fry other than asking her why she sat on her seat, and anyways, there was nowhere written that the seat was only meant for Beta Jean.
"Okay kidding." Lisa thought and smiled.
