The Table

Shane

“Please, forgive my boldness, Alpha,” an elder man stepped forward. He wore a gown that fell to his feet and had white hair that peppered the top of his head. I didn’t have to hear him to know what he wished to speak on.

“I refuse to have my sister be questioned on her ability just because of her sex,” I said.

“Yes, Alpha, I understand. As I said, please forgive my boldness, but woman do not hold ranks. There isn’t a pack around that does this. Women can only hold two titles, one of which your sister already holds; Luna and Heir,” the old man said.

“I am aware of this,” I said.

“There is no logic to it. A woman cannot hold rank,” the old man said.

“Do you defy me? Do you question my choice?” I asked as I dropped.

“No, Alpha, I wouldn’t dare. Please understand that this will cause friction within the pack,” the old man said.

“Noted, Old Man. My sister shares my blood and despite the thoughts of those beneath her, that’s what they are. Beneath her. Next to me, she holds the most p