The council room was filled with the scent of wood and old wine, but there was a feeling of unhappy tension that filled the air. Evelyn sat calmly next to Damien, with her back straight and her hands placed together on her lap, but she kept having a tight feeling in her stomach. She could sense everyone staring at her, judging her, while wearing fake smiles and whispering mean comments.
Elder Corwin, a very skinny-looking but sharply dressed elder, was the first to speak, and the dislike he had for her was clearly shown in his voice. "Alpha, we have to deal with this foolishness, It's not right for the Luna to be showing off on the training grounds, the Luna shouldn't be bruised and sweaty, it's not a respectable look for Ravenclaw's Alpha's partner, she needs to get ready for upcoming important events and not waste time trying to act like a warrior."
