ETHAN'S P. O. V.
The meeting room was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. For the first time ever, I had stood up to my father and from the looks on the faces of the others, it was evident that I was the first person ever to challenge him and speak to him in that manner. They were scared for me, I could tell but I wasn't worried. No matter how furious he was, my father knew he couldn't lay a single finger on me. He wouldn't want the pack members to start whispering among themselves. It could cause a huge problem for him and that was the last thing he wanted.
He balled his fists in anger and I expected him to lunge at me and probably beat me up. He did that a lot when I was a child. I'd lost count of the number of black eyes and swollen jaw I had gotten from him. He was abusive and didn
