"There were casualties, sir."
As soon as I heard that last part from Layla's call, my blood ran cold with dread.
"Casualties how, Layla? We need more details." Kaelos asked the question burning in my mind, although I already had an idea of how it happened.
He stared at me as I slowly closed my eyes, placing my right hand in front of my mouth.
"They clashed with the guards after one of the protesters got shot. A teenage werewolf named Farak. According to him, his father went missing during the day of the Lord of the North's broadcast, and he blamed the Luna Queen for it." Layla explained with a solemn voice.
I drew in a deep breath.
While I was here trying to gain the trust of the werewolves, starting with the people of Mexico, the werewolves of our home pack, Blood Oak, were tearing each other apart because of me.
Because they wanted me gone. Because they were afraid of me.
