#Chapter72 Tension

Violet Theodore stiffened beside me, his hands stilling over a delicate satin piece he’d been looking at. I turned toward the voice, instinctively stepping closer to him. A man stood in the center of a small crowd of reporters, his gestures animated as he spoke into their microphones. “He hides behind the guise of compassion,” he continued, his voice dripping with disdain. “But his ambition knows no bounds. Look at the bloody incidents caused by rogues! And yet he wants to bring them into civilized society? At what cost? To make it even harder for packs to mount defenses against them?” A flicker of anger ignited in my chest, but I forced myself to stay composed. Theodore’s jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the man as if he were weighing whether to engage or walk away. “Do you recognize his voice?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “No,” Theodore replied, his tone clipped. “But he sounds like someone in Owen's back pocket." I agreed. Theodore sighed. "It's just like Owen t