LEANDER'S POV
Elder Silas fumbled over his words for a moment, trying to ask a question, but he didn’t get the chance.
Alpha Gareth angrily pushed back his chair, causing a loud noise in the room. His eyes burned as he looked around the table.
“Let me make something very clear, just in case there's anyone at this table with a hearing problem,” he said, his voice as cold as steel. “Moonveil does NOT belong to Leander, neither does it belong to his late father. This is my pack. My land. My territory. I am the Alpha of Moonveil, and as such, I have every right to decide what is allowed and what isn't."
The room went tense. My jaw tightened, but I stayed quiet. I knew why I had been keeping quiet, and why I would like to continue to. It wasn't because I was afraid of him, it was because I
