Chris
The morning after Olivia’s fated phone call, I had called for an impromptu council meeting in the Packhouse. I had announced my intent to hand the pack over to the Elders, who needed to be kept in the dark for the time being.
As much as it pained me to see the shocked expressions on their faces, it had to be done.
“You cannot be serious, Alpha,” Elder Claire gasped, her hand clutching her chest. Her normally composed demeanor had crumbled as soon as I had made my announcement.
“So soon after your decision to stay!” Elder Fatima practically barked. “Forgive me, Alpha, but have you gone mad?”
“I’m sorry, Elders,” I said. “But it’s the only way to ensure peace and the return of the moonstone. I’m only doing this to protect the pack.”
Elder Bradley shook his head
