Bella's POV
The endless waiting finally came to an end when Lord Morris entered the chamber, accompanied by two additional werewolf council members.
The first was an elderly woman whose silver hair gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights. She appeared to be well into her nineties, her frail body requiring the support of both men as they guided her to her seat. Each step seemed to drain what little energy she possessed.
The second companion was a stern-faced man called Thomas. His appearance suggested he was somewhere in his late forties, with a meticulously groomed black mustache and dark hair slicked back with an abundance of gel. His expression radiated irritation from the moment he crossed the threshold.
This man was familiar to me. His signature oversized coats and ill-fitting suits were legendary in the community. What struck me most was his peculiar habit of keeping his arms rigidly at his sides, never allowing them to swing naturally even during movement.
