Chapter 52

FIFTY-TWO

"And why should we trust you?" Darius looked around the room, assessing the murmuring pack members, then locked eyes with her. 

"I am not asking you to trust me. I am only asking you to think." Victoria took two deliberate steps closer, her voice was lowering just enough to call the attention of those that were closer to her. 

There was much silence. 

She let her gaze swept the room, taking in their worn faces, their tiredness, their hidden anger. She fed on it. 

"Do you remember what it was like before my father took over? Before the fear, before the hunger huh?" She asked, her voice was thoughtful, deliberate. 

A murmur spread through the gathered wolves. 

"Do you like starving? Do you like being treated as disposable?" Victoria pushed further.

Some wolves nodded, anger moving in their eyes.