Dane’s POVMy gaze swept over the meeting hall from my seat at the head table, registering every familiar, displeased, and grumpy face of the Elders. Their jaws were all clenched, and their eyes observed each other, looking for who would first dare to repeat the same old topic of five years. The Elder Council of Blackburn Pack were constant demanders who plagued themselves with century-old traditions, acting as enactors of these customs no matter how old, cruel, or barbaric they might be. But today they gathered for me, their demand clear in their hard gazes."Alpha Dane," Elder Deron's voice, dry as ancient parchment, filled the council chamber. "Tonight marks five years since you’ve held the Alpha’s seat. It’s time for the next step.""Yes, Alpha," Elder Maeve, her voice a soft whisper that belied the steel in her eyes – gentle only in comparison to her grumpy twin, Deron – added, "You’ve repeatedly postponed this for five long years, but the Council stands today to demand you follo
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