92. Norman
"This time, it is very serious, Alpha."
Elder Raphael’s words cut through the thick tension in the study like a blade.
I tightened my grip on the armchair, fingers curling around the carved wood. My blood boiled, the pressure building like a volcano about to erupt.
I turned to gaze at him and he was now avoiding my gaze, meaning, things were not good at all.
"You mean to say that that’s the elders’ decision?" My voice dropped, low and sharp, my face as emotionless as possible.
"Yes, Alpha." He bowed.
"Apologies for interrupting, Elder Raphael," Salt stepped forward, her presence like a cold breeze, her gaze pinned on Raphael who stood motionless, the only sign of life being the slight flicker of his grey eyes. "But don’t you think you are taking this too far?"
"We…."
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