Ramsey
I sat near the centre of the White Moon Council meeting hall, my body was present, but my mind kept drifting.
The hall was filled with tension and unease. Alphas, Lycan and Elders filled up the hall, their voices echoing loudly as every attempt at a normal conversation with them kept turning into full-blown arguments.
Not only that, I could sense the tension seeping out of everyone in the hall except Nathan who sat there motionless not saying or doing anything. In the last few days, we've recorded Feral attacks in almost all the packs in the Southern and Eastern regions.
Our warriors were tired, the people lived in fear… everyone was agitated but my mind was elsewhere – on Lyla. It's been a week and a few days since we pulled her out of the White Lake and she's been unconscious. Images of her, pale and motionless filled my thoughts. Despite all the attempts by the High Priestess, she was still trapped in her sleep.
