Kieran’s POV
The elders were in turmoil. The air filled with tension, a vulnerable mix of agony, fear and uncertainty. The death of Alpha Chris still lingered in our hearts, the pack laced on the edge of what ravaged the air. Voices clashed, warriors tugged, and the elders struggled to stay stern in their words.
“We can't stand another war!” Elder Vaughn slammed the desk in front of him. “The darkness lurking around us is demanding for the blood of this omega, giving us the condition that if we don't oblige, we will all be gone. And I know you won't want to afford that, Beta Kieran.”
A guttural growl erupted from my guts. “So you suggest that we let on one of our very own?”
“Don't say that. She isn't one of our own,” another council member snapped. “She was rejected by her pack. Everyt
