First wolf

 Eric entered last into the living room. Faye sprawled on the couch, by the left of the room. Shawn sat upright on the one chair by the fireplace, above his head was hung the painting of the burning man. Xander sat on a one-seated sofa with his palms on his knees. His face was hardened when Eric proceeded to sit.

 "Who permitted your entrance?"

 Eric retreated to his stance by the cloakroom.

 "As the first wolf of the beta—

 Xander clenched the armrest.

 "And who deemed you first wolf of the betas?" Xander furrowed. 

 Eric stood head up, with his hands clasped behind his back.

 Faye mounted her elbows on the cushion on her lap. She palmed her face in disappointment. She had ordered Eric with a dismissal wave, moments earlier on the fields. 

 Shawn widened his legs. He was eager to hear what the beta had to say for himself.