Chapter 187: That Light

"I thought this would be a good place to meet," Graeme was standing next to the black map on the wall of Zoe's conference room with the council members, Sam, Sylvia, and Charlotte all gathered.

He looked fierce: dark eyes glinting with accusation as he scanned the faces around him, hair tossed large and wild around his bearded face like the mane of a lion, posture wide and commanding. And the aura that extended even further than his physical presence was every bit the Alpha he was born to be. There was something benevolent and yet threatening about being in the presence of an Alpha—a magnetism that drew one in with trembling limbs, bent involuntarily in submission.