Elder Agatha gritted her teeth and lowered her head in front of James. "Again, I apologize, future Alpha James. I know what I did wrong."
"Do you?", James asked, his voice full of arrogance. "I hope you do. If this repeats, Alpha Damon and my father will hear about it. You may leave."
Elder Agatha turned around and walked away while sulking.
The truth was that she didn't know why James showed hostility. She only asked when Marcy will come down to the party. But then… Elder Agatha knew that those young Alphas have no respect for Elders, and every next generation was worse than the previous one.
With her peripheral vision, Elder Agatha could see mocking glances directed her way. Of course, these were werewolves, and even though they were not close, they could clearly hear what was said, as long as they were paying attention.
