Liam stepped away from Alina and Tatiana after greeting them and let his eyes move across the hall again.
The pack members were still organizing themselves into teams. Some people were arguing over routes while others were checking their weapons. The atmosphere in the room felt different now. There was tension in the air but also focus. Everyone understood that this was not a normal mission.
His eyes eventually landed on a man standing near the wall.
The man was tall and broad shouldered, holding a long rifle comfortably in his hands like it was a natural extension of his body. His face looked rough with age, lines around his eyes and mouth that suggested years of experience. His hair had already started turning gray around the temples.
Mid forties probably.
Liam walked toward him without hesitation.
The man noticed him approaching and straightened slightly.
Liam stopped in front of him.
"Care to come into my team?" he asked casually.
