The next day, we were all ready to welcome the lycan elders. The SUVs start coming into the entrance, and I fidget with my fingers. Their doors open, and first, an old man with a woman by his side walks to us; they bow, and we exchange pleasantries. He is the third elder, Lameck, and his lovely wife. The door opens, and a woman in her sixties with short blonde hair comes out. She looks intimidating at first glance, but when she smiles, all the tension in my shoulders seems to go away.
“ My king, and oh my, Queen Anaiah, you look, beautiful dear,” She cheers, this must be elder Christina Carter, Alpha Blanco’s mother. I kiss her cheek, and so does Leondre.
“And my granddaughter insisted on coming, I hope you don’t mind,” she says, pointing at the car, and I growl lowly when Melody walks out of the car. She is wearing a long silk dress, and a smile is plastered on her little, rosy lips.
Once in our presence, she bows elegantly low and smiles at us
