Dylan's POV
My hands tremble with rage by my sides as I glare at the circle of stupid old men seated before me. Every wrinkle on their faces disgusts me. I know this is all Elder Charles’ doing. That conniving old bastard. He knows I no longer have my wolf, Titan, yet he still dares to push me forward, demanding I lead the front lines like I still do.
“We don’t have much time, Alpha,” Chris says beside me, urgency dripping from every word. “We need to act now, before the Red Moon Pack burns this entire place to the ground.”
The second those words leave his mouth, all nine elders start nodding their heads like a bunch of brainless lizards.
I can’t help the smirk that pulls at my lips as I rise to my feet. “If you care about this pack so damn much, why are you still in here?” I ask, my
