RAFAEL
The Pack house's meeting room is like a courtroom as I stepped inside, the heavy doors swinging shut behind me. Four elders. Four clans. Four headaches waiting to happen.
Silence. Not even a sound was heard. Four eyes turned to me. Each eyes, held a glint of respect. Fear and submission.
Elder Thorne, the crusty, sharp-tongued bastard who never knew when to shut up, sat straight-backed in his chair, his thin mouth already pinched in disapproval.
Next to him, Elder Mave, silent, calculating, her sharp brown eyes following my every move like a hawk circling a wounded rabbit. The only female amongst the four elder.
Elder Garrick, the only one I didn't want to put my fist through, gave a small respectful nod. Thick arms crossed over his chest, like he could crush steel just by br
