#Chapter 87: Dinner and a Speech

We return to the base in time to go to my honorary dinner. Which is terrible. No—it’s actually very nice. Extremely thoughtful. It’s just awkward to be thrust into a position you know nothing about and to have to tell them you don’t intend to stay. At least not for now. If I can get my words together, I hope to be able to make them understand. When Alex and I enter the Meeting Hall, everyone is there. Tables have been set up with food, and my stomach growls at the thought of getting to slaughter some meat. Literally. Yeah, it’s weird for me. Everyone stops and looks at us. I smile, cordially, though I’m sure my face is red. Lenor comes to my rescue. She rushes over to me, takes my hand, and leads me to the other end of the table. I know from the last pack dinner I attended that the opposite end is where the leaders sit: the Alpha and his family. I see Rita on that end, along with two empty chairs. What I don’t see is an Alpha because there isn’t one. I’m afraid I know where the