Josiah
"Preposterous! Unbelievable!" Elder Ryker’s voice boomed through my office, his face mottled red as he slammed his fist against the polished desk.
The sharp c***k echoed off the oak-paneled walls, but I didn’t flinch.
"What do you mean you are planning on making Agatha the Luna of the Silent Blues Pack?"
From the corner of my eye, I saw Elder Tonio’s lips curl into a sneer. His voice dripped with barely restrained contempt as he leaned forward.
"You can’t seriously consider such a decision. It defies tradition and Pack law."
The other Elders murmured their agreement, their self-righteousness suffocating the air in the room.
I leaned back in my chair, letting them have their say while I studied their faces. Three weathered, self-important relics of the old order, sitting acros
