CHAPTER FIFTY 

Freda’s POV

The next day arrived, and with it, the meeting with the elders. I entered the grand hall, my heart pounding with a mix of determination and anxiety. The elders, wise and experienced, sat in a semicircle at the front of the room, their eyes fixed on me as I approached the center. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the difficult task ahead.

"Freda, please have a seat," Elder Graham gestured toward the vacant chair at the center of the room. I nodded and settled into the chair, my palms moist with anticipation.

Elder Graham, a respected wolf with a grizzled coat, spoke first. "Freda, we called this meeting to address the issue you brought to our attention. We understand your concerns and share your determination to find the traitor within our pack. Please lay out all your complaints and suspicions."

I straightened my posture, my voice firm but laced with frustration. "Elders, we have suffered multiple attacks by Ethan's men, leaving our pack vulnerable and our members