Asher's POV
"She's merely an infant!" I pounded my fist on the weathered oak table, causing the goblets to bounce. Twenty pack leaders recoiled at my shout, but I was indifferent. "Not a weapon. Not a vessel. My daughter."
Three days had passed since the attack. The burst of silver light from Luna's nursery had knocked everyone off their feet that night, cultists and pack members alike. By the time we'd recovered, the masked woman and her followers had fled into the woods, leaving behind three dead bodies and countless questions.
Now the emergency council meeting was going exactly as I'd feared.
"With all due respect, Alpha Blackwood," said Orion Silverclaw, his gray beard trembling as he spoke, "what happened proves the child is dangerous. Even to herself."
