Namara's POV:

I rose from my seat at the head of the long oak table, the carved chair scraping against the stone floor of the council chamber. The meeting had dragged on for hours, voices rising and falling like waves as we dissected every detail of the pack’s future from security protocols, to alliances with neighboring territories, and the matter of how to handle the prisoners without igniting further unrest.

But a conclusion had finally been reached that Justice would be served ...