Damon let out a low chuckle. "But isn't that exactly how this organization works?" He continued, "Money moves everything. Or have you conveniently forgotten the time you came to me, practically begging for extra funding for your mission?"
Barbara stiffened, but Damon didn't press further. He didn't need to. The weight of his words was already doing enough damage.
Truthfully, he wasn't upset about the council questioning him over the rogue werewolves. That was their job. What grated on him was the constant disrespect—the way they insulted him at every turn, despite everything he had done for this organization.
The real reason they despised him had nothing to do with rogue werewolves. It was because he and his pack had become too powerful, too influential—an economic force that kept this organization running. And worst of all, he had the favor of the Elders.
