ELIJAH
I had a raging headache that was about to burst through my skull, a sharp, pulsing pain that throbbed behind my eyes with every breath I took.
I’d been in this seat for almost ten hours, from one meeting to another, the stiff leather pressing into my back, and I’d been talking and talking until my throat felt dry and raw. The air in the room had grown heavy, stale with tension and the faint scent of coffee that had long gone cold, and it felt like it would never end.
With the recent actions of the Antil Cult, I had no other choice but to start thinking of ways to protect my wolves, to keep the people who depended on me safe from a threat we barely understood.
“So what are we going to do if we can’t fight them with weapons?”
The question hung in the air, thick with unease.
“We
