Kaelos' POV
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I stood behind my office desk, my arms placed behind my back.
Standing in front of me were Layla, Marcellus, the military advisor, Althea and a few Elders of the pack.
My mind was still reeling after the funeral ceremony held in honour of Elder Davina. We were observing a moment of silence, but even then, I could still notice the tense and judgmental expressions on the faces of the Elders.
They were three in number... All men with balding hair. But I respected them for their wisdom nonetheless.
After a minute or two, I cleared my throat and gestured for everyone to sit, while I remained standing. I couldn't afford to sit.
Not when my head was a fucking storm right now.
"Layla, when I was in Mexico, you reported a riot happening in the pack," I remarked, clearing my throat and placing my hands on the desk. "Please, enlighten me on it. Tell me the people who led it and explain in detail how the protest turned into a bloody riot."
