Chapter 11 - Denied

LAMIA

“Alpha Langley, you are, no doubt, a valuable leader in today’s society. Your growth as a pack, so fast, is commendable. And your innovation with technology throughout your cities is impressive…” I looked at the high councilman with boredom.

The elder bear shifter, who was a tall burly man with a beer gut and graying hair, wasn’t stating anything I didn’t already know. There were four high council members, Mr. Peter Carling, who was speaking now. Evelyn Stallings, a cat shifter, looked to be in her early 70s but was still the picture of beauty with her slim figure, tanned skin, and dark hair tied into a perfect bun on top of her head. The third high councilor (and my favorite so far) was John Meir, a well-put-together wolf. He was slender and a little shorter than the average werewolf, but his pointed nose and thick-rimmed glasses gave him a kind look and his personality showed that kindness also. The fourth high council member, Mr. Abner Brooks was also a were-bear. He seemed