Chapter 117

Sheila's point of view

I was in a meeting with Morgan and some ranking old wolves from the village pack at the far northern borders of the pack's territory.

I could hear nothing, except the consistent tapping of my padded fingers against the flat surface of the round table in the court.

I had tried to tear my thoughts away, but I couldn't. Killian's words had been hounding my thoughts all morning. I just couldn't fathom his words. And I couldn't quell the rage that kept growing within me every time Killian's words echoed in my mind.

I couldn't understand why he still wanted Thea around after everything. I thought he would be ecstatic to have her out of the pack. Several thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to come up with a reason why Killian would plead with me not to throw Thea out, yet.

I took a deep breath when I heard the sharp call of my name. I snapped my head to my right where Morgan was seated not far from me.

His green careful eyes