“The council?” Edward’s voice drops and his hands curl into fists at his sides. “What exactly has she done that you’d take it that far? Has she killed someone? Stolen from you? You’ve lost nothing and yet you’re treating her like a criminal.” His eyes don’t leave my dad’s face. “Why?”
“With all due respect, you cannot tell me what to do,” Dad responds. “I respect your position as Alpha Strout’s son, but you are overstepping.”
Silence settles over the room.
I can hear my own heartbeat and the anger rolling off Edward is thick enough to feel and I believe that any second now, someone is getting a fist to the jaw. I genuinely hope it’s my dad. Or Ginny. Either works.
“Edward,” Mr. Thomas says carefully. “Mr. Foster is correct. I understand your intention, but he holds the final authority
