Chapter 10 - Nikolaos

These massive gunmetal gray forged iron gates always make me roll my eyes - the Elders don’t even try to be covert with their wealth. Scoffing, I think about how this gate alone could finance a small pack for three years.

The four old wolves who serve as our pack advisors are supposed to be just that, but they’ve taken it upon themselves to govern us alone. They had my grandfather under their thumb, as well as my father, but I have refused to bend to their will.

I think it’s why they don’t like me and Bastien - while I continue to run my pack as I please, Bastien left to establish one in Sin City. We’re the only Ioannides heirs left, so they can only complain so much.

However, their recent barrage of complaints has me worried; A Luna of their choosing or an Heir. Knowing my revulsion of both, they played on it, thinking I would crumble, but I have come here with news.

Grinning, I walk into the so-called pack house that’s actually a mansion and make my way to their conference room. Se