Alpha Kael
He’s been Alpha for over five years.
Clambering up the stairs, I knock promptly on the door. I’m not going to waste any time. Who knows how long he will give me before he gets bored and sends me off.
I’m surprised when Kael opens the door.
For some wild reason, I expected him to be dressed up, as if this was a proper meeting. Instead, he’s dressed...normally, in a black grey tunic and trousers. Similar to what I’ve seen him earlier, however, there’s no addition of any fighting leathers, and his hair isn’t so smooth. Recently, he’s been running his hands through the rich brown strands.