The meeting proceeded with a seamless flow.
The vacant positions within the Grey pack were filled with no shortage of applause and nods of approval from the audience.
The elder, still standing on the podium, held up a hand, signaling for the room's attention.
"And now," he announced with a subtle smile, "we turn our focus to the matter of a new Alpha for the Grey pack."
Hades watched from his seat, a relaxed gleam in his eyes, almost as if he found the whole procedure amusing.
He leaned back, his arms crossed, his posture exuding a calm detachment.
It was clear to anyone who looked that Hades was unconcerned about this particular nomination; he had his eyes set on something far grander—the title of Alpha King.
Lucas, seated a few rows beside Hades, watched the proceedings with quiet focus.
His gaze, however, occasionally strayed to Hades, reading the ease and anticipation in his expression.
