After everyone in the room heard what Leo was saying, they were all talking at the same time and complaining about a possible infiltrator inside the council. Could it be possible that one inside this room is the traitor? I had that theory, I was actually the one to express it to Leo, which is why, now, I was assessing every werewolf’s reaction inside the room.
“Why would one of us want the downfall of our own pack?” “What is this nonsense?” “Sacrilege.”
These were just some of the comments the fifteen wolves in front of me were yelling at us.
Except by one person who was now smiling right in front of our faces.
General Emmett Strouse.
“Silence!” I yelled, looking straight at him.
I cannot accuse him, he’s the second person with the most influence and power in the pack.
His daughter
