#Chapter 111: Leadership and Struggles

Alexander The air was thick with distrust, the scent of sweat and simmering rage wrapping around me like a noose. They wanted blood—my blood. I knew why too, the pack was mad, furious I had left them to defend from the Rouges on there own. But I didn’t regret my choice. I leaned back against the tree behind me, a picture of calculated ease while my muscles coiled tight beneath the surface. Every wolf in the clearing, every damn one of them, stared at me like I was the enemy. I’d expected resistance, expected pushback. What I hadn’t expected was the rage—the betrayal laced into their glares. Liam was already standing at the podium, his voice a sharp blade cutting through the murmurs. “We all need to calm down.” His voice barely broke through the voices. I exhaled through my nose, tilting my head just slightly, measuring him. He seemed to being calming them, which was surprising considering I thought he wanted my position since the moment I took it, circling like a vulture.