All my decisions were for the betterment of the pack," Walan countered, trying to fight a losing battle.
"And I have dedicated my whole life to this pack. I can't even truly claim my mate, and yet here I stand, listening and accepting every decision Elders throw at me. But if anyone dares to come between me and my mate. I would seal their fate. Be thankful to your gods that I am not banishing you. You scheme against me again and that will be the last day you will have in this pack," Siroos laid out his truths, his hand tightened around Cassandra's. The little hope in this sea of madness he swam in every day.
Everyone began to speak simultaneously after that, begging Siroos to show mercy. Walan had paled, knowing he had taken the decision too far.
"That's enough," Siroos rigidly said and mindlinked Ranon. He entered shortly as silence fell over the hut.
