Chapter 98 His Chosen Luna

• ​The entire boardroom was in utter silence. Several men, both old and young, sat in expensive suits at the massive round table. The atmosphere was suffocating. This was the most important meeting of the Silver-Moon pack council, and the tension was thick enough to cut with a blade.
• ​Elder Bernard sat quietly, knowing there were many old, shrewd men in the werewolf council who rarely came out unless something was of grave importance. Angelo sat nearby, his brow furrowed; he didn't even know why he had been invited to such a high-level assembly.
• ​“We can't have a rogue running around our pack like he owns it,” one of the men said. He was elderly, with sharp grey hair, dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit. The other five elders nodded in agreement. His name was Ellis Graves, one of the co-founders of the Vance empire. He was respected…one of the few men Alpha Fenris actually showed restraint toward.