And that's it. The meeting is over. You watch as the Alpha jumps down from the chair. The second his feet hit the floor the pack erupts into conversation.
"Can't believe a vampire would..."
"...a stray out there somewhere. God only knows where by now."
"...a bad idea. I'm telling you."
"...want to know when we're moving on. I wish I could see the vampire's face when Gideon Mercer tells it we're here to stay."
"Fucking vampires. They give me the creeps."
"Gideon Mercer?"
You turn.
It's Elma, wearing her best concerned grandma face. Her glasses are once more balanced on her nose. She's ditched her usual leather vest and is in... yet another leather vest. This one covered in rainbow skull patches. "Are you okay with this? Meeting the vampire?"