**Razor**
This way, please," a bald man led me and my men down a hallway before stopping in front of a door. "He's in there, Alpha Razor," he said, bowing his head slightly before opening the door for me to enter.
"Razor!" Marcus, a mature lanky man and one of the elders, called out, motioning for me to join him on the couch. "You're welcome."
"Thanks," I nodded, taking a seat across from him.
"It's been a year since I last saw you... I think it was at the alpha's conference."
"Yes, Elder Marcus," I nodded. "I didn't see you at the recent meeting I had with the elders."
Marcus snorted, rolling his eyes. "I want nothing to do with their silly meetings."
"That's great," I smirked. "That makes two of us."
"So why are you here, Razor? I know you want something," he smiled, lighting a cigarette. "Is this about your ongoing war with your uncle?"
