"Grandfather," Rage acknowledge with respect. My eyes drifted to the old man who still looked like he could wrestle with a wild lion.
"Rage, my grandson. I am glad that you are here. But I hope this beautiful lady with you is your Luna?"
"Oh!" the younger man smirked at Rage and punched his shoulder playfully. Judging how they treat each other, they must be close. Maybe they are cousins or just friends.
"Indeed, Grandpa. She is Elena, my beautiful mate," Rage said proudly that I almost hissed if only I was not reminded that we have a bunch of audience. I looked at him and slightly raised a brow. Looks like he is into acting. He is quiet good in this pretend thing.
"Hello, Elena. Welcome to Phantom Pack. I'm Richard Black," Rage's grandfather welcomed me warmly.
"Thank you, Alpha," I said, trying so hard not to sound too cold. But I also don't want to look strangely friendly. That is entirely out of my character.
