Abby
Karl unfolds his speech, smoothing the papers out on the podium. He clears his throat, and his voice is steady and strong as he begins. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We stand at a crossroads for our pack…”
As he speaks, his brown eyes sweep over the crowd. His gaze is harder than ever, as if his wolf is bubbling just beneath the surface.
“A crossroads which,” he continues, “is one that will set a new future in motion. Something which has never been done before: two brothers competing for the role of Alpha. But I am here to remind you that I have been your dedicated Alpha for years. And I do not plan for that to change.”
The crowd murmurs as Karl speaks. It’s clear that the strength in his words is affecting them, just as it’s affecting me. I feel my wolf bristling in the ba
