Third person POV

The atmosphere in the Werewolf council chambers was thick with tension, thick enough too be cut with a butcher's knife.

The room was filled with ancient power men and women who had been werewolf's longer than most people in the whole werewolf kingdom.

With the  high-backed chairs that had been carved from dark oak of Silverwood trees surrounding the stone walls, and  encircling a grand table where the elders and the most respected Alphas of the region were seated.

Their faces were grim, which according to the current situation was very apt.

They had a decision to make and the weight of the decision they would make...