CHAPTER TWENTY SIXLESLEYFrustration gnawed at me with every passing second as I paced restlessly around the Elder's chambers. The sun had long been set, casting a light golden glow over the pack’s headquarters. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on my shoulders, and the Elders council, seated before me, seemed maddeningly indifferent to the crisis. For what felt like an eternity, I had been trying to negotiate with them, desperate to convince them to let Mira, the fetish woman, begin her work immediately. The stakes were too high for their hesitance. Standing in front of the Elders, I fought to keep my voice calm, but annoyance lingered just beneath the surface. “We should have been informed earlier, in detail, about her role in this before bringing her here,” one of the Elders said, a tall, imposing man with grey hair his stern expression unwavering. “We don’t make such decisions rashly. It’s an act of betrayal, Lesley—you went behind our backs by bringing her here.” I cl
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