Unforeseen events

Isabella P.O.V.

“So you are telling us Janelle Ferguson poisoned your mate with wolfkiller, and she is sitting here with us today? That is not possible, it has a death rate of 98%.” Ainar sneers, looking at his fellow Councilmen. There’s nod and confirmed murmur throughout the room. I can feel Elijah having a hard time accepting this form of behavior, but I am so used to the hostile situation on my old pack, nothing this man can say will bring me down or hurt me. I fold my hands in my lap, waiting with learned patience to let the murmur settle again.

‘Elijah, you need to calm down, my love. They are trying you, baiting you to lose your temper. Remember! You are better, Elijah. You are more.” He takes a deep breath behind me. I look back at Dale, nodding to him to bring forth the papers I insisted we took with us. It’s the medical papers from our doctor, and they cannot be questioned. He walks to me, ignoring the new round of murmurs from the Councilmen. Ellesar looks like someone wh