Kyle POV
I sit awkwardly in Elder White's kitchen. His mate hands me a cup of tea and muffin. She then shuffles out of the kitchen to leave us to speak. I watch her leave and remember all the times I daydreamed about growing old with Eryn. Now it feels more like a nightmare.
"You have made a mess of things," Elder White tells me.
"Then why didn't you leave with the rest of them?" I ask.
"I am old," he replies simply. "I could not survive as a rogue, and neither could my mate. It is better for us to be a part of a dying pack than no pack at all."
I bristle at his words. He doesn't want to be here, so I know he won't be on my side. Regardless, I have to ask him for help.
"You have connections with the Elder Council. Surely, you could help me plead my case. They could
