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sharply at the young man. Looking at him closely he saw that he wasn’t as young as he sounded. A golden shifter.
    That was what they were called for the golden locks on top of their head.
    Not many were around, but one stood in front of him now.
    He was the same height as Drake, the same built, only where Drake was darker, this one was golden. Hence, the golden shifter.
    He smiled at Drake, extended a beer to him before offering his hand.
    “Jason Laswell.”
    Drake took the beer then the hand. “Drake Draeger.”
    “Ah, so your father is here also for the secret Cabinet meeting.”
    Jason nodded, taking a drink from the bottle. “So am I.”
    “How do you feel about the subject at hand?”
    He had to ask the question. Lately all of the shifters were split when it came to the Gathering. Half wanted to keep things the way they were and half wanted change. Drake leaned more to the change, but after seeing something he wanted he was once again torn.
    “The change is needed,” Jason said. “If things keep going the way they are then we’re never going to have females at the damn Gatherings.”
    Drake agreed. “So what’d you mean no one gets near her?”
    James Laswell’s blue eyes lit up. “You’re interested in a very unattainable prize, my friend.” He shook his head, taking another drink.
    “He keeps her away most of the time, guarded when here.” He shrugged.
    “No one gets near her unless Philip Millard wants you to.”
    “Thought he was all about keeping the old ways.”
    James snickered this time. “He is, as long as it has nothing to do with his daughter. Rumor has it he’s setting up a mating for her—one that benefits him, not her.”
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    Draeger's Legacy, Jaden Sinclair

    Drake turned his attention back towards the large house where Natasha Millard had run. He could still smell her. Still pick up her scent and follow it.
    But he didn’t follow it. At least not yet.
    The meeting was about to start and Drake had to be there. As first born, heir to his father it was his duty to stand by his father’s side. The thought at first bored him. He didn’t want to be in this kind of meeting, but knowing now that the father of his desire would be there ranting about keeping things the same intrigued him. Drake wanted to see the man for himself and hear what he had to say.
    Following James to the house, Drake kept his mouth shut, eyes, and ears open. His father waited for him with his usual scowl in place.
    “Where’ve you been?” Allen demanded.
    “Gathering information,” Drake answered, walking past him into the room.
    The room they were all led to was a large ballroom of sorts. Tables, chairs, food, and drink were all lined up for them. Cards had also been placed along the large circle table, where all the families sat. Drake took his seat, looking around at all the different families. Half he didn’t know, others he heard of. Laswell, whom he’d just met, Vanderburgs, he’d heard of, and Jenaro had been mentioned a few times in the past. How those three families stood about the change, he wondered.
    “Thank you all for coming to this meeting,” Philip Millard stormed into the room like a man of power. Drake watched his movements, never taking his eyes off the man. “The business at hand is the change to not only the Cabinet but to the Gathering itself.”
    Drake linked his fingers together, over his belly, slumped back in the chair and stretched his legs out crossing them at the ankles. He ignored the irate expression his father cast him. He knew he was acting like a punk, and he was doing it on purpose. Pushing people was what he did best, and it was what he was going to do.
    “Now it has come to my attention that half of you all want a change to both, especially the Gathering,” Philip went on. “Now I ask you all, why mess with something that works?” He smiled at them all.
    Drake glanced around the room. Some were mumbling to themselves, others nodded at the statement. Okay, time