YELENA

“Welcome, Alpha Tristan,” the director said quickly, his voice was a little too rushed. It was obvious he just wanted to cut the tension that had suddenly gripped the room like an iron fist.

Tristan gave a curt nod and walked over to the chair that had been set aside for him. He didn’t even glance at us as he sat; his posture was straight, and his aura was cold enough to drop the temperature.

Daniel followed and sat beside him, but unlike Tristan, he couldn’t stop staring at ...