Raziel's POV
I leave that weakling of a Pack.I can't believe that spoilt brat dared to reject my proposal. I should have known the extent of her audacity when Gabriel came back wounded. The drive from the Silver Moon Pack back to my own pack, is more tedious than I originally thought. And my council members don't help the situation at all. They all sit mute throughout the journey from our arrival down to our departure. And finally I arrived at my Pack.
"Finally, we're home atlas!"
I turn to look at my council members,each of them avoiding my gaze, their body composure housing their obvious disagreement for what transpired tonight.
I don't have to answer to these old minds parading themselves as advisors. They need to remember who exactly is their Alpha, I am! And as such they should
