Lola's POV

The Old King called another meeting two days after I visited Morgan's villa. The grand hall was large with high ceilings and stone pillars. The Old King sat at the head of the long table. Flint sat to his right. I sat beside Flint. The elders were arranged along both sides.

Morgan arrived exactly on time. He walked into the hall as if he owned it. His face was cold and hard. He sat down across from the Old King and waited.

The Old King cleared his throat.

"Alpha Morgan," he said. ...