POV: Hope
This is perhaps the most important meeting of my life. For seventeen of my eighteen years, I've operated under the assumption that I was a normal human girl. Student government meetings, yearbook committee, and other club meetings now seemed frivolous compared to the enormity of this meeting.
Clasping Tim's hand, I assumed an air of confidence I didn't feel and strode into the room. Like the other rooms I've seen so far, the war room was impeccably decorated. A large mahogany conference table dominated the room. Leather armchairs stood like sentries around the table.
I glanced at the walls. Tasteful framed prints depicting wolves in various activities lined the wall. Smoky grey painted walls created a tasteful yet understated tone. Accent pieces in yellow and light grey kept
