Fantine

The wounded warrior was still groaning on the floorboards as the pack doctors rushed into the hall with a stretcher, and the heavy doors of the inner war room slammed shut behind us as Alpha Marcus led the senior elders inside to escape the growing panic of the lower-ranking guards.

I stepped close to the long mahogany table where the border maps were spread out under the low hanging lights, and my eyes immediately began to scan the faces of the six older advisors who were taking their seats, but it was Elder Thomas who caught my attention because his fingers were twitching against the edge of his velvet...