The meeting room was heavy with a feeling, similar to the wet air just before a great storm. Flickering light from smouldering sticks danced on the rocky walls, creating jittery shadows along the long table where the old men sat. They had been speaking loudly for an hour already, debating the same problem over and over again like birds flying around dead flesh.
"The wedding would need to be delayed until a later date," Elder Corbin stated once more, his voice coarse from his old age but firm with determination. "Our enemies become bolder, and our Alpha undermines himself by keeping a woman who causes problems for the pack. Wait until things are calm again.".
Gloomy nods of agreement swept through the leaders. Evelyn remained quietly next to Damien, fingers clasped in her lap, heart thudding with every word spoken. She had expected there would be opposition, but how rude their allegations still stung like an open wound.
