Vera's POV
Phil had called for another meeting at the pack hall. I could quite guess what it was all about already—what he was going to talk about at the meeting—but what I couldn't pinpoint was the look on his face. So stiff, unreadable.
I wish I had talked to him first before he called for everyone, to know what this was all about exactly. It was likely about Drew or the upcoming war. Lucy and the maid Carol were the last people to walk into the hall before Phil began to talk.
“I shall begin by asking if anyone here isn't aware of Drew's death,” he stated, darting his gaze around the room. Phil saw that no one was unaware of Drew's death and moved forward to whisper something in his beta’s ear. His beta left the room for a moment and returned with a familiar man.
I had seen the bald-
