× Trix ×
As the time for my speech approaches, I feel the weight of the pack’s expectations pressing down on me. I can almost taste their fear, their unease.
They need reassurance, a sign that we’re going to get through these difficult times. We always have.
But this seems f*****g harder.
I step onto the platform, my eyes scanning the crowd. My pack. My responsibility. I take a deep breath, ready to address them.
“Everyone,” I begin, my voice carrying over the gathered werewolves. “I know these are difficult times. I can sense your fear, your uncertainty. We’ve faced attacks, betrayals, and hardships. And I want to apologize. I’m sorry for the dangers we’ve faced, for the losses we’ve endured. We’re working tirelessly to ensure our pack’s safety.”
As I speak, I notice their gazes sh
