Holy hell.
There was a whole party gathered here.
"Good morning," I muttered, casually strolling inside.
I could feel Asher's dark eyes boring a legit dent in my skull, while Cora and Logan looked dazed and bewildered. Apart from them, there was elder Ansel and elder Silas, looking equally wary. In Gray Crest, the elders were like a committee of older members whose job was to guide and advise the alpha and the higher ranks about subjects of the utmost importance. All the retired heads of each rank formed the committee of elders which was headed by the retired alpha, who in this case was my father, alpha Joseph Gray, and who thankfully wasn't here at the moment.
Following the elders were the deltas, who were advisors, the gammas, whose job was to patrol as well as act as messengers, the
