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Chapter 10: Council in Chaos

Author: Michael Moore
last update publish date: 2026-02-26 22:16:38

Kael’s POV

The emergency Council session is chaos barely contained.

"You knew about the poisoning," an alpha from Riverside Pack shouts at Marcus. "Three of my pups died and you told me it was our fault!"

"The grain shipments were contaminated with silver," another adds. "You said we stored them improperly. You lied."

Marcus's face is stone. "These accusations are based on unverified. . ."

"The Moonshadow verified them," a beta from Moonbrook interrupts. "And she's offering real solutions. Fair
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