Lord Obsidian, also known as Donald Grey within the Shadow Council circle, sat in his dimly lit chamber, his thoughts and emotions swirling like a storm. Eleanor's involvement in the scheme to take over the entire Silverwood Falls territory drastically altered the course of events. Why did she have to interfere in this situation? Clenching his fists, he muttered curses quietly.
He tapped his fingers on the black desk, feeling the cold, hard surface. Regardless of anything, she was still his flesh and blood. Causing harm to her would not benefit him. He had to have a conversation with her to make her understand logic. Convince her to retreat. She had the option to lead the Greywolf pack as the Alpha, but she decided to defer to his authority and avoid meddling in his affairs. That seems like a reasonable agreement, benefiting both sides equally.