The next morning, we were all gathered together as we would be given our roles in the pack.
We all lined up together as a bearded old man looked us up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. The old man looked to be around two meters tall and had quite a muscular build.
He had silver hair, but I couldn't tell if that was because he was a part of our family or if he was just old.
He paced back and forth until he eventually stopped in front of Derrick and mumbled something.
"Warrior."
"Huh?" Derrick looked at him with a confused expression. "Speak up, old man. I can't hear a word you say."
"He said 'Warrior,'" Allison hurriedly said, looking apologetic.
The old man didn't pay Derrick any mind. Instead, he moved on to Liora, who was standing to the right of Derrick. He stared at Liora for a few seconds, but Liora didn't so much as waver under the power of his gaze. She stared back at the old man as if she was trying to prove her worth.
