Sitting on my throne, I looked at the people standing in front of me—my own pack.
I took a bite on my apple calmly as if we are going to go on a trip rather than a war.
"Hmm," I grazed my bottom lip with my finger slowly.
I saw one of the men in the second column lowered his gaze for a moment as if it would be disrespectful if he'd look at me for too long. Is it the one I recruited last month? I'm not sure, but I don't like it when my people are not looking at me when I'm trying to say something in front.
"Look at me when I am talking," I demanded.
As if he knew that I was talking to him, he lifted his gaze at once and met mine. I raised a brow. I must admit, I like his eye color. A shade of brown close to amber.
Helion… that is his name if I remember it right.
"So, are you ready?" I asked everyone, chewing another bite of apple.
"Yes, Alpha!" they answered in unison.
A smile of satisfaction crept on my lips.
