Chapter 90
Cameron
"What do you mean?" Alric says. His voice cracks just slightly, but loud enough for everyone in the square to hear. The crowd's murmurs hush to a charged silence. All eyes swing between him and me.
Taking a step closer to the weather-worn wolf statue, placing my palm on its cool stone base as my gaze fixes on him.
I'm exhausted. We drove to White Stone nonstop, and now being here—seeing the state of this place—has my emotions all over the place. My wolf is closer to the surface than ever, and it's making me restless, angry, and a little unhinged. Can't believe I ever was human.
"Turns out," I say with a shrug, letting my voice carry to the restless crowd, "you've done a pretty shitty job as pack leader. I've been requested to relieve you of your duties."
Murmurs ripple through the crowd—whispers of disbelief, of hope. Alric's eyes widen, bloodshot and panicked.
"You are not blood!" he yells, voice shaking as spit flies.
