Damon's POV
By the time I reached the council chamber, I was already in a foul mood.
I had spent the morning having a conversation with Vespera that I hadn't realised I needed, only to have Callum inform me that the pack council had demanded an emergency meeting. Judging by the timing, I could guess exactly what they wanted to discuss, and I had no intention of making their morning pleasant.
The council chamber occupied the eastern wing of the packhouse, a room designed to remind everyone who entered that tradition mattered more than comfort. Dark wooden panels covered the walls, portraits of former Alphas watched from above the fireplace, and a long table dominated the centre of the room.
Five elders sat on one side, with three senior council representatives opposite them.
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