Destiny's story

10

Michael POV

"I don't know why we are even here."  One of the council members groan. I try to relax myself after hearing that comment.

"I heard that young man attacked a neutral?" Another member ask.

"If it isn't werewolf business, why should we care." He said coldly. I clutch my jaw, but I keep my gaze on the council.

"It involves Alejandro's son." Another whisper.

"Well we can't just have werewolves randomly attack neutrals." Another one jump in.

The conversation continues. I turn my head at the mongrel who attacked Destiny, he has a smirk on his face. I put my hand in a fist to control myself from punching him.

I turn my head to hear a loud voice that I dread every time I come here. "That's enough all of you!" Father is sitting right in the middle around the other members.

The room becomes quiet, and we all give their attention to my father. They are all ass kissers when it comes to him.

"We are here today to address an attacking that happened a week ago, involving two of our people." Father state sternly.

"Lets Begin. You may speak Roberto." I roll my eyes, of course he picks him first.

He clears his throat. "I was out one night and your son attacked me, I have the injuries to prove it."

I couldn't help but let out a humorless laugh. The eyes that were on him turn to me, and I stare at them back with a blank expression.

One let out a cough. "Why did you attack him Michael?"

"He was about to maul a woman, and I had to step in." I shrug. Whispers erupt through them.

"Michael you can't just attack one of your brothen." That slimy voice speak up, I turn my eyes to him. Alberto, he's a b!tch that has too much power.

He always antagonize me and try to use his authority of being a council member over my head. He's a lazy f*ck with no regard of people needs.

"Like I said before he attack a woman." I said boring my gaze on him. His eyes twitch slightly, but quickly avert his eyes from me.

"Well then, if he only did that we should cut this meeting."

"Wait now, Alberto we can't just leave this type of behavior unpunished." My father replies.

"What do you want from the boy, he didn't violate none of our rules so there's no need for a punishment. The only person that needs a punishment in this room is your son."

  My brows frown and I start feeling anger rushing to the floodgates. "F*ck this, That mangel had it coming and I don't feel bad for doing it. If you want to give me a bullsh!t punishment fine, but I will gladly do it again if that means preventing someone from being k!lled."

  The members start talking to each other, I'm so tired of this. Father rubs his beard, taking in the opinions of people.

"He attack one of his own, he should go to the pit." One said.

"That's extreme maybe community service." Another cut in.

"He needs to be thrown into jail." One exclaim.

"Enough!" Father yells and they become quiet. He turns his gaze on me, and I give him a blank expression. He frown his brows a bit and sigh.

"Your crime for assaulting another werewolf is a serious one but anyone in this council acting like they didn't do the same thing is a hypocrite. Alberto, didn't you fight your brother? And you didn't you slap person. Also you began a brawl in a bar." Father starts pointing the finger to each member in the council, and they begin to gasp.