Sophia
I don’t know when it happened, but it must have been sometime during my hash and accusing monologue. I suddenly see two groups that have formed from the pack members present here tonight. Indeed, there is a large number of people, but that’s not even half the pack. Hell, it’s barely a fraction, though I’m sure everyone, pup or elder, has been bombarded with mind links about what’s doing on.
I look at the two groups, and although uneven in numbers, I notice that there is still a decent amount of pack members who still support me and are pointing fingers at my Beta couple, and now at my mate. They send encouraging smiles and supportive nods my way, but I can see they are afraid of the outcome.
“There doesn’t have to be a fight, Sophia.” My head snaps into the direction of the voic
