|Theodore|
The council room buzzed with low murmurs as the meeting began, a sense of urgency rippling through the gathered pack members. At last, there was significant progress in uniting the lower packs of Southern Grimshire. Almost everyone was ready to accept our terms to subdue the Morgan Pack. Still, a few concerns remained. But despite them, I’d been confident we were on track. At least, I’d believed so—until today.
Leaning back in my chair, I surveyed the room, noting the tense faces avoiding my gaze. No one would meet my eyes directly, which only made my irritation simmer closer to the surface.
“So, any word on the traitors?” I asked, my voice ice-cold, though I was struggling to keep my anger contained.
I saw Manuel move out of the corner of my eye, and without looking his way
