Chapter 41

••• Elijah’s POV ••• I went to the pack’s main gate and was overwhelmed by the number of werewolves there. “Are there more at the other gates?” I asked my Beta in a low and soft voice, barely a whisper, actually, so the protesters wouldn’t realize how this matter was affecting me. He shook his head slightly and replied in the same low tone as me. “No, Alpha, they have all gathered here.” I looked toward the crowd again, wondering where the hell all these werewolves had come from. What was the possibility of them gathering here at the same time? It seemed like something fishy was going on, but it might also be because of the viral video. Damn that stupid Evelyn! I was so fucking furious at her, at how she was ruining my pack’s name! This all happened because of her disastrous perfume! All of them were shouting over each other about how they were victims of the “Moonlight” perfume. “I got rashes because of the perfume!” “We demand compensation for our medical expenses!” They all shouted