IRIS'S POV
PLOTTING PLANS
I had another meeting scheduled with the pack officials today. As I sat down at the head of the table, the air felt heavy, thick with the weight of too many concerns.
I scanned the room, trying to gauge the expressions of those seated around me. Each of them bore the same strained look, etched with the same tension I was feeling. No one smiled anymore, not since the attacks started.
Another one of the officials, Leon, stood up and cleared his throat. I could already see the frustration in his eyes before he even spoke.
“We spotted strange faces again,” Leon started, his voice gravelly, “near the southern border this time. Whoever they were, they slipped away before we could catch them.”
The room hummed with murmurs of dissatisfaction. I leaned back in my cha
