André's POV

I grabbed a bottle and poured Doran's drink. We sat in my room talking. My study was undergoing repairs, so our usual meeting place was inaccessible for now.

Doran raised the glass to his lips and took a sip. It was amazing how he was able to ignore the burning taste of the whiskey and drink it with a straight face.

"Your little revelation really sparked a lot of tension in the pack. I can tell you first-hand that the council is definitely not happy with you. And they are ...