Chapter 98
Cameron
My eye twitches. It's like I'm back in the boardroom—except I'm not. I'm in my tent, on a folding chair, surrounded by wolves all talking over each other, each insisting their crisis is more urgent than the next.
Late light filters through the plastic windows, turning the canvas walls a dull amber. Simone sits at my right, ever the professional, typing quietly on her laptop. I'm absurdly grateful for her because this is getting overwhelming fast.
"Enough."
My voice carries. The noise dies.
"It's been two hours and we have no progress," I say. Faces lower. Eyes slide away.
"It was my mistake calling this without groundwork. But it's also clear none of you came with it either."
Silence tightens.
"I don't care who owns the task—what we need is a full breakdown of this pack. How many families? How many children? How many adults available for labor? How many elders who need support?" I sweep the table. "Right now we're guessing. I don't lead on guesses."
