ZANE’S POV
“Alpha Zane?” Elder Jacob’s voice broke the stale silence.
I turned to him slowly, already regretting being here.
“I was saying that we are all aware this situation is… unfortunate,” he said, glancing toward Grant, who stood stone-faced at the front of the room, arms folded. The other elders clustered behind him like vultures. Cowards. None of them had dared to voice their concerns until now, when the tension in the pack had grown thick enough to choke on.
“The beta’s daughter would have made a fine Luna,” Jacob continued, as if that wasn’t a knife twisted into Grant’s side, “but we can’t ignore the fact she’s been gone for months. We must consider the possibility she won’t return.”
I felt Grant stiffen beside me, but he said nothing. Neither did I. Let them speak. Let them
