EMILY'S POV
The council chamber was too warm, I sat at the head of the long oak table, listening to Elder Moretti drone on about summit seating arrangements. His voice blurred at the edges, words sliding into each other like watercolors left in the rain.
"......and the Volpe delegation has requested additional representatives, which would shift the entire west wing allocation unless we…."
"Then tell them no." I yelled, the words came out sharper than I intended. Everyone looked at me.
Moretti blinked. "Alpha? What are you saying?" She asked, looking shocked.
"Tell them no." I set down my pen. "The west wing is already at capacity, they can only have two representatives like everyone else, or they can stay home."
Silence filled the council chamber, that even a pindrop could be heard.
