The cool morning for the River Pack members outside the council room was a stark contrast to the brewing storm within.
Inside, Zephyr, Ralph, Zeeb, the five chiefs, and the pack sorceress, Otsanna, had convened just before dusk. What began with a calm atmosphere soon escalated.
By the time Alpha Zephyr finished speaking, a palpable heat radiated from the five chiefs, and the tension in the room was so thick it could be sliced with a knife.
Silence reigned, broken only by the unspoken challenge in their gazes.
Zephyr, flanked by his Beta and Gamma, sat opposite the chiefs, with Otsanna positioned between them. An eternity seemed to pass, though only minutes had ticked by, before Fenris weakly pushed himself to his feet, his palms pressed against the table for support. His steady gaze locked with Zephyr's.
"How dare you do such a thing?" Fenris's voice was a low, deep growl, anger rumbling in his chest.
