LONG MEETING VI
Peter sighed. This was it. The moment when his incapability as an alpha would be shown to the pack. With that question strewn to his face that way, there was no escaping it. He had to answer without fail. He had to throw himself under the bus.
"Peter, we are still waiting for your reply." Sheila mentioned, folding her hands across her chest, aware that she had just addressed her old friend without his title, as if they weren't before a congregation of his subordinates. She knew that was wrong, but she couldn't help herself.
Her quest for the truth had triumphed over the need to be so respectful now. As a matter of fact, the respect was beginning to dwindle to zero. She still couldn't believe that they would exile her daughter, even after the girl had saved his son. Like what heartless being does that?