RISING TENSIONS

Nathaniel's study was filled with tense air as he walked around, his thoughts overwhelmed by the newest updates. Emily sat stiffly in a luxurious armchair, tapping her fingers restlessly on the shiny wooden armrest. The arrest of Beta Johnson caused a ripple effect in their pack, and Nathaniel found it difficult to stay composed.

"Taken into custody?" Nathaniel spoke with disbelief, anger evident in his voice. "How did this come to pass?"

Emily's eyes became narrow, and she clenched her jaw with contained anger. "It’s that cursed Eleanor," she hissed, her voice filled with bitterness. "By manipulating behind the scenes, she's sabotaging all of our hard work."

Nathaniel suddenly stopped, his eyes cutting through Emily's icy mask. "This exceeds beyond just Eleanor," he sharply replied. Someone from our group must have been disloyal to us. Otherwise, Johnson wouldn't have been captured.