Zack's POV
"Alpha Zachariah, a lot of our kin were burnt to death by the witch." The man paused, looking around at the rest of the group, and hesitantly continued, "We cannot-"
"So what do you want to do?" Zack asked, interrupting the old man. "That witch is already dead."
The elder kept his eyes down as he replied. "The Luna is one among them. So.." He trailed off, too scared to look at the alpha's face after what he said.
Zack huffed, shaking his head. He sat back languidly against the plush chair. It reeked of the erstwhile alpha. He'd have to remind someone to clean it thoroughly, he thought, feeling the soft texture of the hand rest. The elders shuffled in their seats uncomfortably, their anxious eyes trained on his face. He finally turned towards the man who suggested the idea.
"So you want me to replace her with another?" Zack asked, cocking his head to the side.