Evelyn stood in front of them with no crown or fancy clothing, just her strength and the subtle passion that had started to show who she was. Her hands were folded behind her, but her voice was strong as it rose above the quiet of the night.
You are here because you see what the others will not," she started. "You see our beloved Alpha growing weaker. You see the danger of fire on our borders, and the fear creeping like a disease within our walls. You know the truth, the older wolves will not accept—Ravenclaw will not survive if we do nothing."
The words hung in the air. Some of the wolves stirred uncomfortably, upset to hear Damien referred to so baldly, but others stood taller, as if her frankness was speaking for their own hidden fears.
