In the large hall where the breakfast was taking place, the atmosphere was suffocating with the combined aura of the many Alphas gathered in one space, particularly for the ordinary werewolves, especially the working omegas who were walking around the hall with instinctively bowed heads to avoid making the mistake of making eye contact with the prestigious guests, despite many of them privately wishing to find their mate among the important people.
Everyone was standing and mingling in clusters rather than sitting down in the luxurious mass dining hall, talking and keeping a careful distance from the supreme Alpha who stood at the far end of the hall, for his mood this morning was naturally repelling even the most important of guests who wished to discuss pack matters with him. He had walked into the hall with a brooding air around him as if he had swallowed a ball of ice that had frozen his face.
