47

The conference room was small, with a table in the center of it—a table that I’d built myself after I became Alpha. My wolves stood around the table at attention, all ready to carry out whatever order I had for them. As I approached the table, Dom caught my eye. A question glinted in his gaze. I usually told him beforehand about meetings. I nodded back at him; Dom would find out the purpose of this meeting soon enough.

“Let’s get this meeting underway,” I said, taking a seat at the head of the table. Everyone followed suit. “First, what news do we have?”

“Not much from me, Alpha,” Redford said. “My mate’s just happy to have me back home.”

“Same here,” Anthony said. A scar cut across the middle of his face. “Mine told me expressly to let you know she appreciated you making sure that we all arrived in one piece.”

I smiled, though guilt again gnawed at me. Things could have gone a hell of a lot worse, thanks to my impromptu decision. To distract myself, I turned to William. He was a fant