Evan Aldren stared at the councilmen gathered before him and then at Prince Lance Stormhold sitting in the middle on the higher podium.
The room was quiet enough for him but it did nothing to calm his anger. He lowered his gaze to the polished wooden table between them and then slammed his hand against it. The sharp sound echoed all the way to the high ceiling as the other older members shook their heads.
"How could things have come to this?" Aldren asked, his voice cutting through the silence. He swept his eyes from one face to another, letting each councilman feel the weight of his accusation before he continued. "The council and the Supreme Alpha are responsible for protecting the peace of the werewolves. That is why we were formed. That is the duty we vowed to uphold. And yet, here we are, on the brink of disaster."
