Then, suddenly, without warning, his deep, booming voice cut through the loud noise of the campground like a sharp gunshot.
“Enough!”
The single, powerful word echoed loudly off the tall trees, instantly freezing every single person in the clearing perfectly solid. The shouting stopped in a fraction of a second, and the entire camp went completely quiet all over again, waiting to see what the President was going to do to the traitor.
The sudden silence that followed Stone’s booming voice was incredibly heavy, so quiet that you could hear the soft crackle of the dying bonfire and the distant sound of birds chirping in the trees. Every single patched brother, prospect, and old lady stayed frozen in their tracks, their eyes locked onto the massive frame of their leader.
Stone didn't look
