#Chapter8 CLARA
I find myself incredibly pleased when I notice that Samuel looks just as he has always looked. There were subtle frown lines on his forehead and his hair was starting to grey but other than that, he pretty much looked the same. I smile hesitantly at him, but it slips away when he just looks blankly at me, his face set in stone. I cross my arms across my chest. If he had been a little more friendly, I would have felt free to occupy one of the armchairs across from him. As he wasn’t exactly eager to see me, dictates state that I stand submissively and let him demonstrate his superiority to me.
/"Why are you here?/" Samuel’s voice seemed to boom in the office, and I visibly flinch at his unexpected outburst. His voice was different; it had become heavier and gravelly. It had been so long since I had faced an Alpha’s power that it made my wolf restless. Back home, I was a respected member of the pack and had never been on this side of Richard’s anger.
