The silence in the camp didn't last.
Garret, with his face smeared in blood and soot from the fire pit, pushed himself to his feet. He was clutching his broken wrist against his chest, his breathing ragged, but his eyes were burning with a fierce, fanatical light.
"Look at him!" Garret roared, his voice hoarse as he pointed a shaking finger at Silas. "Look at your Alpha! He draws the blood of his own elders to protect a creature that steals our souls! He is compromised. He is no longer fit to lead the pack!"
A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. It wasn't just a few scared individuals anymore. Several seasoned warriors, men and women who had fought beside Silas for years, stepped forward. They drew their blades, their eyes flashing yellow, aligning themselves with Garret.
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