Chapter 53
Cameron
Councilman Vane is an upright man. Neutral. He only cares about one thing: keeping the pack safe.
"A bribe? Leave," he says coldly, rising from his desk to peer out the window. His arms fold behind his back like he's guarding something invisible.
Outside, wolves laugh around makeshift grills. Flames crackle as slabs of meat sizzle, smoke spiraling into the air. Some pups are dancing. Others are just eating—wide-eyed, greedy, happy.
He watches them like he's seeing a weakness spread.
"Surely you're smarter than this?" I ask, tone even.
He glances over his shoulder.
"You think money will win me over?"
He scoffs and fully turns, disdain tightening the corners of his mouth.
"Wolves do not need money. We're a community. We fight for each other. We bleed for each other. Not... this."
"Councilman Stellan would disagree," I say.
He clenches his jaw so hard I can hear it creak.
"You—"
