Syria’s POV
“This is preposterous!” one of the elders barked in surprise. He stood up from his seat.
“You’re just going to let her walk away? After she deliberately tried to kill you, Alpha?!”
The room went silent for a moment. His face was red from rage and veins are almost popping from his forehead.
Murmurs spread across the hall.
They were all looking at me like I had lost my mind. I could feel their anger, their confusion, almost like it was crawling on my skin.
I raised my hand slowly, trying to calm them down.
“Enough!” I said.
Some of them still looked restless, as their eyes darting from me to the others, but they quieted down.
“You need to understand,” I continued, “killing her isn’t going to solve the root problem. It won’t fix anything. What we need right now is peac
