Since the alpha and Delilah were now around, John walked up to the small podium positioned near the center of the arena.
The platform had been decorated with white lilies and silver ribbons. Lights shimmered across the arrangement.
John's steps were steady, but inside his chest his heart pounded.
Every second mattered now.
Every second wasted here could mean danger for Willie… and Cyril.
He swallowed once. No one here could see the storm raging inside him. He was intent on hurrying everything up.
The faster the ceremony moved, the faster Eric could be informed. And once the Alpha knew, the full and major force of Crestwood could be unleashed to retrieve his son.
John reached the podium and tapped lightly on the microphone stand.
"Hello everyone…"
His voice carried across the arena, strong enough to rise above the gentle hum of conversation and laughter.
