Chris POV:
Chris watched as the other alpha walked into the room, an entourage of about ten other shifters flanked him.
Len stood tall among his entourage, his long blonde hair tied in a bun on top of his head. Hie walked with a heavy gait, as if used to crushing things behneath his feet. The hair at the sides of his temple grayed, showing his age more than the clothes that he wore.
Something about the way he presented himself turned Chris’ stomach. He acted as if the world should bend to his will.
It made Chris’ inner wolf pace.
Chris felt his lip curl up in disdain.
Asa squeezed Chris' hand, sending a wave of tranquility through the bond.
“Be nice,” Asa hissed out between his teeth and Chris tried to transform his snarl into something resembling a smile.
Chris couldn’t quite muster it.
“What are you talking about? I’m always nice,” He hissed back and Asa turned towards him, rolling his eyes as he walked backward toward the entourage.