NYALL'S POV

It’s too warm for a mid morning, and right now the council chamber smells like smoke and sweat due to the fact that it's entirely packed tight with ranked wolves, council members, and Elders.

Hell, the room feels like it’s just about to explode.

... Or maybe that’s just me.

Fenric is sitting to my right, repeatedly bouncing his leg.

Orien’s on my left, sitting completely still with his eyes narrowed as if he’s already calculated ten different ways this meeting could ...