In Silas Darkthorn's house, the elders gathered. They formed groups around their sitting positions, conversing. More like complaining. “Chief Elder promised to do something. He has done nothing since our last meeting. How long must we wait?” One of the elders gathered moaned. “Exactly. He promised he will make the Alpha lift the ban on the werewolf ladies but nothing has been done about it!” another complained bitterly. “How long are we going to wait? Is this another of his fake promises while we fatten his pockets and give him more of our wealth,” the first elder gritted, clenching his teeth. As soon as they saw Silas coming, their voices turned to hushes. Silas's guard tried to serve him his drink but he put up his hand and stopped him. He uncorked the bottle by himself and poured his drink. “Go on, you all should speak as much as you want. Express yourself. No one is stopping you,” he said to the elders before he took a short gulp. The elders grumbled amongst themselves. Whe
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