Boiling Point

Cerys's POV

The thick tension in the Moonglen Pack's grand dining hall tasted exactly like the metallic tang of fresh blood. Nobody dared to breathe. My family sat stiffly in their plush, velvet-lined chairs, desperately pretending this was just an ordinary dinner disagreement. They desperately wanted to sweep my words under the rug and resume their perfect, orchestrated illusion. They expected m