Chapter 19 A Spy
As I pressed my ear against the cold wall, waiting to hear Damon’s voice, I really couldn’t understand why I felt a tight knot forming in my stomach.
"You will not speak to me in that manner," Damon’s voice thundered from the room, instilling fear in every creature, as his hand slammed on the round table they were sitting at.
The other men, who I presumed to be the advisers and elders, bared their necks in respect. But after Damon drew his power, the man who had spoken before raised his head. His eyes held respect, love, and anger. "You can’t always be this arrogant... You remember how your kind has perished, including your..."
"I don’t want to hear any more about that!" he growled, his lips pulling back, revealing his long canines.
"Let’s face the problem at hand now. You have the fact that the western side of the pack village is suffering from flooding." Damon turned, staring at the man he had been arguing with. "What do you think we should do?" he asked, his voice lowering deadly and cold.
The old man swallowed. "We can dig deeper trenches. It will help to reduce the excessive water," he answered, his voice lowering.
"What happens after it overflows again after a heavy rain?" Damon asked through clenched teeth.
"Maybe we can use sandbags to block the water from flooding into the homes," another man across from Damon suggested.
"But we all have tried that before, and we know it offers limited protection and requires constant maintenance, which is exhausting to do," another interjected.