Elisabeth's POV
The silence that followed was so complete you could have heard a whisper from across the massive hall. Every pair of eyes in the room seemed frozen, locked on the man who had just spoken those damning words.
I found myself staring at him, my mind scrambling to place his face among the sea of high-ranking pack members I rarely interacted with. He was just another stranger to me, yet he stood there with unwavering conviction, his expression a volatile mix of rage and defiance. The seconds crawled by until Jefferson's voice finally cut through the oppressive quiet.
"Did it take you long to craft that brilliant theory?" Jefferson drawled, his tone laced with such dismissive boredom it could have been insulting to anyone within earshot. "Tell me, Quentin, is this another desperate bid for attention? Perhaps your therapist should increase your sessions to address those childhood abandonment issues."
