“We need a plan,” Miyo barked, as he paced back and forth across the floor, his hands laced behind his back.
“And what do you suggest, O Lord of the ninjas?” Madden asked with a smirk, sitting on his throne with a bored look in his eyes.
Layla giggled as she watched the two alpha wolves argue on how to handle the Council of Twelve. Everyone in the throne room was either really agitated, or calm… too calm, and it made her nervous, these sort of meetings always did, and this one was full of angry wolves, and a few vengeful witches.
Tensions were high, as different people approached the Highlander king, with their own ideas on how to handle the situation.
She had chosen to stay seated, and was shoved in between a nearly raging Axel, and a seething Nix. Looking to her right, she caught her
