Chapter 53: Threads of Deception
Darius’s POV
Tonight, the council chamber's walls seemed oppressive. Long shadows danced about the room like specters with each flicker of the candles. My greatest strength had always been my pack, but I couldn't get rid of the sensation that it was slipping out of my grasp.
The impact of Veyron was greater than I had anticipated.
With my fingertips tapping the table's glossy wood, I reclined in my chair. Before me was a pile of reports, each one more damning than the previous. Our arsenal was devoid of supplies, guns, and medicine. Additionally, the movements of certain pack members who had just returned from "scouting missions" corresponded with each disappearance.
The most recent report came from Marcus, one of my trusty enforcers. Deep in the fores
