Shirley's POV
It seemed as though trouble had lurked as the tension in this room was bemusing.
The elders had a worried gaze. Larry was beside me, his fingers rubbing against mine.
He was more anxious than anyone as sweat beads on his forehead like he was the accused in the picture.
Everyone wore a condemning look in this place as the feeling was something that couldn't be hidden.
"The bodies of the victims, your majesty" an elder announced, and I folded my lips as my eyes met Larry.
He gestured to me to keep calm because he got everything under control, but I doubt it because things seems to be escalating.
The door rolled open, and some soldiers were bringing in victimized wolves inside the hall. I almost wretched from seeing them, but Larry held my hand.
"Bury it Shirley" he whis
