Chapter 62. Elder Bernard

Eryn’s POV

I didn’t bring an outfit respectable for a hearing with the Werewolf Council, so Emma let me borrow a dress. It is too tight around the chest, and it itches. I fidget uncomfortably in my seat as I wait for the hearing to begin.

Glancing over my shoulder, I keep waiting for Atticus to be brought in. I haven’t seen him since the incident in Alpha Kristof’s office. I know they have been keeping him in the dungeons.

My father elbows me in the side and nods toward the Council. “Keep your eyes forward,” he tells me.

I let out a huff of disapproval and cross my arms over my chest. I slink down in my seat and glare at the head of the council. He is ancient. His once blue eyes are now milky and white.

Stories of his hatred for she-wolves have spread far and wide. He fought hard to keep women off the Werewolf Council, believing that it was a man’s job. But he was outvoted and told the world was changing. Yet, he still tries to stick to the old w