Chapter 153 The Gilded Age

• Ava
• As Chris and I approached Alpha Edward at his seat at the head of the long dining table, I couldn’t help but feel a nervous lump swell in my throat—momentarily making me forget about everything else.
• Alpha Edward was an imposing figure, at least six-foot-two with broad shoulders and a neatly trimmed beard that was streaked with gray. Despite the faded grandeur of the manor that surrounded us, Edward himself still carried an air of quiet dignity about him, and he rose gracefully from his chair to extend his hand to Chris.