Fenris' POV
I was seething with a deep-rooted anger. The constant contemplation of my next move with my pack members and council of elders was a heavy burden. The humiliation I endured today was unbearable, casting a dark shadow over my day.
Up till this moment, I have not believed my eyes that they truly term me as a traitor and a liar.
A whole me, Fenris? The great hunter and strong werewolf of Howling Hills? f**k it!
The weight of the dead deer notwithstanding, it felt lighter than the rage building up inside me as I trudged through the forest, fired with anger and humiliation. What the elders had said to me was hurting me still, and the pain was festering with every pulse beat.
"What gives them that right?" I muttered in a low voice, clenching my teeth as my claws pier
