Namara's POV:

When the time to have the meeting with the Elders of Bloodhall Pack arrived, Alexander, Samuel, Cynthia, and I got dressed and drove to the Packhouse. I wore a tailored navy blazer over a cream silk blouse, paired with black trousers and low heels while Alexander sat beside me in the back, his charcoal suit impeccable, though I noticed the faint tension in his shoulders as he scrolled through notes on his tablet.

Samuel drove, steady and silent, while Cynthia who was seated ...