The Great Council

Alistair led Sera into a hall, where they were met with a sea of stiff and grumpy old men wearing severe no-nonsense looks. Alistair leaned closer to Sera, his voice low and serious.

"Behave yourself here, Sera," he whispered. "These are the highest leaders of all the packs. They hold great power and influence. Show them respect and keep your rebellious tongue in check or they won’t hesitate to cut it out for you."

Sera reeled back, stunned at Alistair's serious expression. Yes.. He’d been rough with her before, but there was always an undertone of lust or amusement when he scolded her...... but this ... this was something else...

This was dangerous.

Where these group of grumpy old men that Scary?... if she didn’t know any better, she would say that the king looked a little... worried.

She decided to Steele herself and comply with him.... just this once. “Okay, calm your tits, I’ve heard you ... but who exactly are they?”

Alistair lowered his voice and explained in hushed tones, "Th