"From now on, security will be doubled.” Damien clenched his fists.
Elder Ralph scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s not possible. Witches don’t even exist anymore.” His tone drips with skepticism, and a few murmurs of agreement ripple through the gathered wolves.
Raven clenches her fists, her jaw tightening as frustration burns through her. She steps forward, her sharp gaze locking onto Ralph. “What is wrong with you for not believing your Alpha? You wouldn’t have made him your Alpha if you didn’t trust his word.” Her voice is steady, but the tension in her shoulders betrays her anger.
Damien’s eyes flicker with approval, but he remains focused. His presence commands the room, his posture rigid with authority. “I know they were witches because we just fought four of them.
