Battle Of The Fittest

Jaxon The chatters amongst the Alphas could be heard from the hallway as Beta Don, Beverly and I entered the packhouse meeting room. I was pleased that everyone had clearly been enjoying themselves during their stay at Midnight Moon, hospitality was important for pack appearance and should never be overlooked as it often represented what a potential alliance would look like with that pack. The meeting room was a more formal setting that had been specifically designed for large meetings that the Alpha’s Den couldn’t accommodate. Three massive chandeliers were hung in line with each other which gave the room a superior feeling and a long wooden ebony table sat immediately under them. My great grandfather had always been of the firm belief that bright lights would intensify emotions while dimmer lights wouldn’t take those emotions away – but could keep them steady. Thus, it was critical that meetings like these were held in an appropriate setting. I on the other hand believed that to be a