CHASE
What the…
When did they get the balls to talk to me like that?
Elder Thorne’s words hung in the hot air of the conference room like a layer of toxic gas.
The silence didn't last for more than a second before the rest of the table erupted into a deafening chorus of angry shouting.
"Thorne is speaking the absolute truth!" Elder Vance yelled, slamming his open palm down on the mahogany table. "You have insulated yourself from the reality of this pack for two long years, Chase! Our storehouses are empty, our children are burning with an unidentifiable fever, and you are using our shadow funds to launch a high-stakes personal rescue mission for an exile who hates your guts!"
"Your father spent his entire life building our military prestige!" another Elder shouted from the right sid
