Chapter 383: A One-Man Show

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** “We both know that even if the rumors are confirmed, the consequences won’t be catastrophic. At most, we’d face backlash, the elves and werewolves would endure a diplomatic storm, and your troubles would persist without resolution. Meanwhile, you’d risk losing a valuable alliance with your powerful neighbor. And if internal issues arise, do you think my pack would remain so forgiving as to not consider retribution?” As I spoke, my frustration began to fade, replaced by a sense of calm clarity. The Council of Elders was not blind to such obvious risks and benefits. Their calculated decisions indicated a deeper purpose behind their actions. The Great Elder, rather than responding with hostility, let out a deep sigh. His shoulders slumped, and his frail figure seemed to shrink further into his vine chair. In that moment, he no longer appeared to be a wise leader carrying the burdens of his people but an old man at the end of his wits, resorting to clumsy ta