AUTHOR'S POV.
Alpha Chase Dustin couldn't stop clenching his jaw every now then while sitting there at the head of the round table, trying his best to project that aura of absolute, unyielding authority while the panicked, overlapping voices of the Silverfang Elders echoed loudly off the cold stone walls of the council chamber.
His reins of control was failing, and he knew it.
The pack was literally starving as the primary eastern crop fields had completely withered into a fine, black ash over the past few weeks, leaving the winter food stores dangerously empty and the people incredibly fearful for their survival.
Elder Thorne leaned heavily across the polished wood, his weathered face deeply lined with a terrifying anxiety as he demanded real answers regarding the sudden, unnatural
