Chapter 50 Marked

• Violet POV
• Upon Alpha Dane's question, the Elders exchanged glances. No one wanted to answer his question. The tension in the room was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. A shudder ran down my spine, and it took every effort to stifle my sob.
• My eyes flitted to Emily, who had this excited look on her face which I wanted to smother. She directed her gaze towards her phone, where the name George Thorpe was flashing. I knew that convening the Elder Council was definitely a well-thought out plan of the father and daughter.