The Elder of the seventh tribe got his face scratched by an angry Draco and was rushed to the infirmary where he would be treated, but he kept yelling at everyone not to touch him. The anger about his plans going down the drain and also being dropped by the other elders who didn’t come to his help was eating him up and no one needed to tell him that he had gotten on the bad side of Alpha Draco.
“Why would you even do such a stupid thing? Why would you throw the whole Luna into the prison without the Alpha’s permission? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” His wife scolded him as she tended to his wound, but he wouldn’t have it.
He flipped the water in the bowl in front of him in anger to protest. “Why would you call that traitor our Luna? You are one of the problems we have in this pa
