Mason
My fingers pressed against both sides of my forehead, rubbing hard at my temples.
I was trying to loosen the tight muscles and get some blood flow going to reduce this splitting headache that was threatening to c***k my skull open.
The hall was packed with committee members and elders from every corner of Southern Pack. They’d all gathered for one purpose: to discuss the building collapse at Alexander’s birthday party.
And they were loud. So incredibly, unbearably loud.
The last thing I wanted was to be sitting here, flanked by dozens of men who were all yelling over each other and directing their rage at one man.
“William Cooper must be punished and brought to justice!” Schott shouted from the other end of the massive hall.
Every man in the room nodded in agreement, a wave of
