Utter silence filled the chapel as the tension rose. After Robert’s words, my Beta, Gamma, and I exchanged worried looks - we were hoping to avoid bureaucracy, as it lowered our chances of receiving any help. By the look on the Elders eyes, they seemed to understand that too.
“What’s a National Elder Vote?” My fox’s confused voice echoed through the room, breaking the silence.
I was ready to answer him, but Jonah, one of the other Elders, was faster. “It’s a rare event in which Elders from every pack in the country gather to confer over a very important matter. So important it has to include representatives of the entire werewolf society because the repercussions of said matter could deeply impact the community as a whole.” He sighed as he opened one of his many books, tracing lines over
