Quiet talks moved around the room even before things got started. She heard bits and pieces—wolves questioning how Damien was doing, whispers about how strong Fji was becoming, and some even saying he should be the leader. The signs of betrayal were no longer hidden. They were out in the open among the group now, disguised as worried voices and fake concern.
Damien, sitting in his big chair, still looked every bit like the leader. His face was firm, his shoulders were back, and his presence made everyone quiet when he spoke. But Evelyn could feel his hand shaking near hers, so slightly that no one else noticed. To the others, he seemed strong. To her, he seemed human, weak in a way that scared her.
"Our borders are being attacked," an older member named Varon said sharply, hitting the table with his hand. "Villages are burning, bad wolves are everywhere, and we still do nothing. The leader just sits there while Fji gets more powerful."
Many agreed with him quietly.
