Then the private chamber exploded with laughter.
"Kael Nightcrest? Are you telling me you've been running so many courier routes that you've started believing those ridiculous Alpha-heir dramas they broadcast on the packnet?"
"Listen to some friendly advice, brother—stop pretending to be something you're not. You haven't even taken off that delivery vest!"
I glanced down at the golden Armani casual jacket I wore, then at the custom AGV helmet resting beside me on the bench.
I supposed it did look like courier gear.
Before I could respond, Selene's mocking voice cut through the noise.
"Kael, it's been four years since we parted ways. How are you still this desperate for status?"
"Tonight's gathering is meant for reconnecting old pack-ties. There's no need to pretend there are no differences in rank among us. You'd do better to show some sincerity."
I remained perfectly still, my back pressed against the carved oak chair, watching her with an expression as cold as winter stone.
"I spoke only the truth. I am indeed the heir to the Nightcrest bloodline."
"Without my standing, do you really believe any of you could have reserved the Moon-Imperial Chamber at Pinecrest Lodge?"