Eve
Chaos so grating it made my eye twitch was what greeted me when I walked into the council chamber.
These men are children, I thought, walking in with Elliot.
I took my seat, my ears buzzing, threatening to bleed from the sheer volume. This meeting was different—not just the Alphas who governed quadrants of the Obsidian packs were present, but also governors, ambassadors, and the sovereigns of those quadrants: the lesser Alphas.
Even seated, they were all on their feet, facing each other, hurling accusations, fingers jabbed into chests, profanities flung, nostrils flaring like they were one insult away from lunging.
The pack was in disarray—its Alpha and Beta missing, a considerable number of Gammas unaccounted for. Unrest brewed among the civilians. Chaos inside and out. That's what Obsidian had become in the absence of the authority that once kept them all in line.
I tapped my foot on the marble, watching them cluck at one another like irate chickens.
