Muna’s POV.
I could hear the sounds of arguments from them as Devin spoke to the crowd, stating the reason they couldn't imprison me. Dylan stood by the side with a foot to the wall. He looked distant until he realized the meeting was over.
Dylan covered me as the pack members dispersed, letting me go when he saw there was no other person. Devin came around, wiping his wet hands against his trousers.
“Can we leave now?” He asked. I caught some splashes of red on his shirt as he buttoned his coat. He didn’t do that when I saw him in the meeting room, I noted.
Dylan stepped back, a distant look on his face.
“Anything the matter, Dylan?”
Devin was quick to notice, asking about the change in his brother’s temperament.
“It’s nothing,” Dylan said with a deep breath. “I have something I
