Just when it seemed Elsie had been backed into a corner, she burst into laughter. It was a clever and polished move like any trained hostess defusing tension.
"Why so serious, Alpha Irene?" she said mid-laugh, "This event is meant to be relaxing, not stiff with nerves."
The comment drew soft murmurs of agreement and a few approving nods. And just like that, Elsie suddenly had the people on her side. Honestly, Violet was impressed. Elsie was every bit the smooth and shrewd hostess.
"We didn't intentionally brand the humans as rogues," Elsie continued. "They chose it themselves. The title was bestowed naturally as this is a werewolf academy, after all. And, if I may remind you, your son Griffin was part of it."
And just like that, Elsie ruined it.
Violet winced internally. Why would you throw her son under the bus like that? She wept inwardly for Elsie.
