*Morgan*
I walk into the room, and my eyes meet Reginald’s. Oh, my goodness! Why is he giving me such a furious look? I stop in the doorway of the room. From the look in his dark eyes, it seems like he genuinely hates me. Like I’m his worst enemy. I don’t have a good feeling about how this meeting will go.
Shane tugs gently on my hand. “Morgan? Come on. The meeting is about to start.”
I let him pull me. I somehow tear my eyes away from Reginald’s and study the room where the meeting is being held. Wow, I can’t believe how many people are in attendance. There are faces I don’t even recognize.
Shane’s pack is much bigger than I realized. It seems like the meeting room also doubles as an emergency bunker. There are extra supplies down here that are enough for the whole pack. Even though it’s nighttime, because there are so many bodies, it’s so humid down here. I can feel myself starting to sweat already.