No Mercy

Chapter 8

"We will call an emergency meeting of all the packs for the day after tomorrow." Elder Hemsley shakes his head forlornly after listening to me explain the situation. "This problem needs to be addressed immediately and there will be consequences."

"If you don't mind me asking," I lock my gaze on him, trying to remain as calm as possible. "What will the consequences be exactly?"

Elder Hemsley doesn't say anything, looking at the other members of the Council for guidance. "We will have to discuss that as a group and get back to you."

My brows furrow as I struggle to rein my anger. Najee feels just as furious as I am.

They'll have to discuss it?! Najee fumes. What is there to discuss? Torrence Pack clearly broke the agreement and killed 21 of our wolves!

I take a deep breath before I address the group. "I understand." I lie, my blank tone making it sound more convincing. "I look forward to hearing Torrence Pack's punishment at the meeting in 2 days, if I am not told before then."

I stand up from my chair, indicating that I no longer want them in my presence. The seven members of the Council rise from their seats as well.

"Alpha Mercy," Elder Hemsley hesitates before he leaves. "Just remember, any retaliation against Torrence Pack will breech the agreement of the Alliance and will have consequences as well."

My eyes flash dangerously as I barely stop myself from lashing out at him. I grind my teeth together as I nod tersely, unable to give a verbal response.

Elder Hemsley looks at me warily before he and the other 6 members walk out. My great grandfather is last to leave, placing his hand on my shoulder before he goes.

I'll be back tomorrow. Great Alpha Mercy's voice echoes in my head. Just wait until then Rylan.

I ignore his plea and wait impatiently for him to leave. Once the door closes behind them I listen carefully as their footsteps lead down the hallway. I hear the click of the front door opening and the slight swoosh of it being closed a minute later. Once I'm sure they're gone I finally release my pent up anger. I spin around and slam my fist into the wall, punching through the drywall easily.

"Fuck!" I scream as I draw back and plunge my other fist through. I stare at the two holes for a moment, but my anger hasn't dissipated at all. I start kick my Converse through the wall, yanking my leg back just to let it fly again. I shove my hands into the holes and start to rip the material from the studs. By the time I am done there nothing but tattered pieces of material clinging to the frame of what used to be a completely finished wall. I turn around to see Silas and Deniel lounging on the chairs surrounding the new conference table that was delivered right before the meeting.

"At least you didn't ruin the conference table this time," Deniel runs his hand over the smooth, no longer dented, wood. I look down at the chucks of plaster littering the floor and the white dust covering my clothes.

"I didn't ruin it last time," I huff, glaring at the wall while I brush off my clothes.

"I actually would almost prefer the table." Silas grins as he eyes the destroyed wall as well. "We don't have a drywall guy out here. We barely have a table guy."

I observe his considerably more pleasant mood. He must have taken the time before and during the meeting to calm down.

"I'll have someone fix it," I grumble, sliding the chair back and slamming down into it.

"So I guess the meeting didn't go well," Deniel drumming his fingers anxiously on the table.

I nod silently, starting to plan for the next most likely steps and case scenarios. "It's just like last time. They used the same exact wording and everything."