Chapter 14: Alexander's Arrangement
(Alexander's POV)
The Storm Pack’s council room felt suffocating. The heavy wooden table in the center seemed colder than ever, despite years of it serving as the stage for the pack’s most major decisions.
I sat at the head, staring past the faces of the elders, my mind racing with the weight of our predicament.
"Our hunting grounds are running dry," Elder James said, his tone as heavy as the clattering rain outside. His sharp gaze cut through the room, his white hair framing an expression of weary disappointment.
I stiffened in my seat, keeping my expression neutral. "We can’t afford distractions," Elder James continued, his voice tinged with accusation as his eyes flickered toward me. "Decide how we fix this, Alexander."
My mother sat besid
