ATLAS
I strode into the meeting hall, and as usual, the elders were already gathered, waiting for me. They rose to their feet the moment they saw me, and I snickered inwardly. It wasn't out of respect. Not really.
It was all a performance, and I wished they'd drop the act already. I wasn't blind to their hypocrisy. I took my seat and gave a curt wave, signaling them to take their seats.
Elder Bernard stood, clearing his throat. "Since we're all aware of what's going on in the pack house, I'll get straight to the point." He paused, letting his gaze travel the room until it settled on mine. I held it, unblinking.
"The game has been suspended," he said, voice low. "Not because we wanted to, but because the situation has become too serious to ignore. I believe it's the right course of action."
I let out a breath. It wasn't like I ever cared for the Luna game in the first place. It was a bloody waste of time, a spectacle that put young women in unnecessary danger.
