Meanwhile, in Marcus' quarters, the air was heavy and thick with silence and tension.
Beta Qasas, Yaz, Marcus, Zeta Detroit, and some Dark Snow warrior sat in Marcus' living room.
Beta Qasas's lips pressed into a hard line. "Their Luna is with a child?"
Marcus gave a firm nod, brushing the sweat from his brow. "Yes. The entire pack knows. The elder council is furious. They say she betrayed them and they're already tearing her apart behind closed doors. Some want her stripped of her title and locked up. Some are leaning toward exile. The others are… hesitant, but that won't last."
A low growl rumbled from one of the warriors. "Cowards. They speak of betrayal when they've done far worse."
"What do we do, Beta Qasas? She may not be fit to be our Luna, but she's carrying our Alpha's heir." Another warrior said, frowning.
