He was waiting for them at the office? Since when did a small packโs alpha start to have such an attitude? Should he not be the one greeting them? Killian felt his lips twitch at the audacity of the man.
He followed Drakon past the corridors, and his gaze fell on the multiple photographs that were lined on the tall pastel blue wall. From the smiling pack members in graduation gowns to wedding attire, every single picture was carefully selected and placed on top of the wall. Killian could see in one glance that, more than the pack bond, Edward was more inclined to emphasise the human achievements of the pack.
Maybe he wants to prove to the humans that they are as normal as the arem, his beast mused within his head.
And that impressed and worried Killian. Edward seemed way too perfect while pretending to be something that he wasnโt. A man like him...could he be even trusted? No wonder Seth was suspicious about this pack. It was an anomaly to begin with, after all, not many would dare to skirt around the line that existed between council law and rebellious rejection.
Maybe you are thinking too much, Finnโs voice echoed through the pack link. Maybe this is how these small packs survive. We have never been close to one before, have we? Who knows, maybe this kind of lifestyle is more common than you think?
Perhaps.
Drakon led them to the office at the western wing of the mansion, as he opened the double wooden doors, a man with greying hair and a weathered face turned to look at them. Killian glanced at the man and sniffed the scent inside the room. He was an alpha, alright. But his alpha vibes were way too weak. No wonder he was hiding among humans; this man was not fit to lead a pack.
"Alpha Sokolov," The man stood up from the leather chair. He walked around the curved table and stretched his hand out. "I am Edward Dawson, Alpha of the Silver Dawn Pack. We are glad to have you here." Though he said that, the fear that was oozing through his skin told him a different story.
He smells rotten. His beast sniffed in distaste, and Killian frowned. However, he didnโt take it seriously, for the man smelled sour and his beast had never been a fan of sour smells.
Killian tilted his head to one side. "Alpha Dawson."
Drakon stepped forward and then went to stand behind his alpha, dropping the role of their guide and guard.
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