Damon's POV
We entered together. The Council chamber was larger than I remembered. Seven elders sat behind a long, crescent-shaped table carved from blackwood.
The Chief Elder sat in the center. Elder Marcus. His silver hair was tied behind his head, and his pale eyes seemed capable of seeing through every lie a wolf could tell.
His gaze settled on me first. "Alpha Damon."
I inclined my head. "Elder Marcus."
He looked at Ryder and Noah before gesturing toward the chairs opposite him. "Please sit."
We did. Elder Marcus folded his hands on the table. "Before we discuss the purpose of this meeting, I believe congratulations are in order."
No one spoke. His eyes moved between us.
"Silas is dead because of you all. Your actions prevented a catastrophe. Had Silas succeeded, the consequen
