Chapter 9: Battle Lines Drawn

The grand hall erupted into chaos. Moments ago, the meeting between the two packs had been strained but orderly. The news of a border ambush hit like a storm, scattering any type of peace the packs had managed to maintain. Shouting filled the air as accusations flew back and forth, each word like a dagger to a wound.

"This is an act of war!" "This was your doing!" Elder Thorne mentioned with a sharp voice which cut through the clamor as he pointed an accusing finger at one of Gabriel's advisors. With his eyes filled with anger. "Your pack has been plotting this all along!"

"We would never attack without cause," the advisor shot back. "Your pack is known for always trying to control others." Accusations flew across the room like arrows, each one increasing the fire.