RAFAEL 

The Pack house's meeting room is like a courtroom as I stepped inside, the heavy doors swinging shut behind me. Four elders. Four clans. Four headaches waiting to happen. 

Silence. Not even a sound was heard. Four eyes turned to me. Each eyes, held a glint of respect. Fear and submission.

Elder Thorne, the crusty, sharp-tongued bastard who never knew when to shut up, sat straight-backed in his chair, his thin mouth already pinched in disapproval.

Next to him, Elder Mave, silent, calculating, her sharp brown eyes following my every move like a hawk circling a wounded rabbit. The only female amongst the four elder.

Elder Garrick, the only...