(Third Person).
Just then, Brackham's chair screeched against the floor as he pushed back and stood up, slamming his palm down on the table. His face darkened, and his voice rose like an alarm.
"Never. I will not work with Alpha Draven. We will never work with him."
The force of his words rang through the room, silencing even the restless shuffling of papers. His gaze swept over the senators, hard and unyielding.
"That wolf is arrogant. Cunning. Strategic. He is not a partner—he is a predator waiting for a crack to sink his teeth into." Brackham's fist curled.
"And do not forget, look how he kept his word! He warned us, and he made sure his dogs attacked our people when they tried to take his kind. His loyalty is merciless, and his vengeance immediate. That is not an ally—that is a monster in plain sight!"
The room trembled with his rage, the senators exchanging uneasy glances.
