Third-person's point of view

Killian was training with some warriors at the training field on the east side border of the pack, which was a distance away from the witches' quarters within the pack. He stomped his feet onto the ground, gesturing for the warriors to charge at him, and one after the other, they lunged at Killian.

His eyes gleamed brightly, indicating his wolf, Ryker, was sharing partial control with him. In a flash, one by one, Killian pounded on them and thrashed them against the dusty earth. Xavier was behind him. His claws were extended, almost on Killian, but he caught him just in time, pinning him to the ground as well. That was close. No one had been that close to gutting him whenever they trained. Killian knew part of the reason was that he was distracted, and he hated every bit of it.

His eyes went hazy; he was being mind-linked by his Beta, Allen. Killian pulled a hand up in the air to halt the warriors, connecting with Allen.

"What?" Killian grunted in his usual deep and husky voice, unable to keep his frustration and rage at bay.

"You need to come to the castle at once," he said with urgency.

Killian furrowed his brows, alarmed. "Why?"

"It's the Council's elder wolves. They are here," Allen replied in haste, stiffening his body.

The Council of Elder Wolves? A flash of rage stalked his amber eyes.

"Why were they here?" Killian asked in silence, not getting any response from his wolf, Ryker.

He left the field for the castle and found Allen in the hallway of his office, waiting for him, along with Mason, the head warrior of his pack and also his best friend.

"They are all inside," Mason notified him. Killian went inside with his Beta and best friend strutting behind him, finding five elder wolves from the Council seated in the office. Killian reached for his chair, taking a seat with Mason and Allen on both sides of it.

"And to what do I owe your visit, Elders?" Killian went straight to the point. He was in no mood for pleasantries or beating around the bush. They were here for a reason, and deep down, he could guess as much.

The Council elder wolves were high-ranking members of the Council courts and were highly respected among the werewolf kind due to their long existence. The Council was a circle formed by various supernatural types, each with one representative in the Council. Every alpha in the North was a member of the Council, and the elder wolves represented their species. The Council was formed solely to ensure peace within the supernatural realm and protect the interests of all kinds.

"From the coldness laced in your tone, we are getting the feeling that we are not welcomed in your territory, Alpha Killian." Killian leveled his gaze to meet Elder Nell's, who spoke, leaning more profoundly into the chair. His words didn't surprise Killian at all. Elder Nell and Killian never got along.

So Killian didn't bother masking his true feelings. The Elders' presence here in his pack simply spelled trouble that he was damned sure he wouldn't fancy. But nonetheless, he spoke up, holding a frosty, short smile.

"I apologize greatly." But I'm in a hurry, so I'd appreciate it if you could all tell me what you're here for so we can get this over with.

Elder Philip shuffled in his chair, his hand folded under his chin. "Fine. As you wish."