The wolves who had stormed out of the room took their anger to the streets, planting seeds of doubt in those willing to listen. But at the same time, the younger wolves were inspired by Evelyn, and her bold actions played in their heads like a battle song.
Evelyn stood on her balcony, looking down at the yards below. Small groups of wolves had formed, speaking softly but seriously. Every look and every nervous movement told her what she already knew: the group was falling apart, with loyalties drawn like cracks on the frozen ground.
George came to her side, staying quiet until he knew she saw him. His face showed worry, and his eyes were filled with concern. "They won't excuse what you said today."
Evelyn kept watching the restless groups below. "I don't need their excuses, George. I need them to be loyal. Excuses are for those who are weak. Loyalty is how we survive."
He sighed, sounding tired but also proud. "You're talking like you're already the leader."
