Tyler’s POV.
“So, what’s the big plan?” Elder Grim asked as he strolled into the room where only members of my council and I had gathered.
“You’re late,” I snapped at him, but he wasn’t even bothered about it. He just took his seat and mumbled something that sounded like an apology.
“So like I said earlier, we need someone we can trust, and I already have someone. The plan now is to…”
“Who?” One of the Elders asked. “Who do you trust so much?”
“Xan. He has been with this pack for a really long time, and I have kept my eyes on him for a while now. I didn’t find anything incriminating.”
“You mean the young lad that makes really good meatballs,” Elder Grim chuckled. “I trust him too.”
If the reason behind our gathering wasn’t so terrible, I would probably have smiled at his words, but
