Layla's POV
I kept my posture relaxed with my arms loose at my sides, and shifted my weight slightly until I was comfortable. Someone dragged a chair back nearby for the older members, but the majority of us were required to stand as a mark of respect throughout the entire proceedings. Papers were shuffled and voices dropped lower as more elders entered and took their seats.
Not one person chose to even attempt to speak to me.
Freja leaned in, a little more delighted than she should have been.
"They're pretending you're not the main problem that's sitting right in front of them."
"Behave," I muttered.
"Oh, I am," she said smugly. "You're the one making them uncomfortable just by breathing. We managed to tip their entire pack hierarchy on its head without even trying. Ju
