Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 50

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**Where Falling Leaves Whisper Stories Written In Silence by Ryn Jace Reed**
**Chapter 50**

**Evelyn**

As I stood before Jonathan, his piercing gaze felt like a storm ready to unleash its fury. Yet, I remained resolute, my heart steady as I slammed the documents onto the gleaming conference table, one after the other, each thud echoing in the tense silence. “Perhaps we should look at these first,” I suggested, my voice low but firm, slicing through the charged atmosphere of the room like a knife through silk.

The evidence I had meticulously gathered with Devon’s assistance lay sprawled across the polished surface, a testament to my diligence and determination. I watched as Jonathan’s complexion shifted from a furious red to a deep, menacing purple. My heart raced as I methodically laid out my findings, each revelation striking him like a blow.

“Just because you don’t want me to inherit these assets,” I continued, sliding the final document toward him with deliberate slowness, “doesn’t grant you the right to relocate them offshore. These resources are the lifeblood of our entire pack, not merely your personal treasure.”

My father’s fury erupted as he slammed his fist down on the table, the crystal water glasses rattling violently in response. His eyes glimmered with a fierce, golden light, a clear sign of his wolf’s agitation bubbling just beneath the surface.

“You dare lecture me about pack responsibility?” he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble that sent chills down my spine. “You—who lost a human three years ago?”

The mention of that night, the night that had irrevocably altered my life, struck me hard, but I held his gaze, refusing to yield. “You truly believe I’ve forgotten what transpired that night?” I replied, my voice steady, even as memories flooded back. “What really happened, Father?”

For a fleeting moment, uncertainty flickered across his face, but it was quickly replaced by a mask of anger. “You were unstable then, and you remain unstable now. The pack requires steady leadership, not a white wolf who cannot control her shift.”

“Is that why you’ve been siphoning funds into accounts in the Cayman Islands?” I challenged, tapping the paper between us for emphasis. “For steady leadership?”

His nostrils flared, and I could see the tension in his body as he struggled to maintain his composure. “I hold twenty percent of our territory’s controlling interest backing me. Six elders support my claim as Alpha. They will never accept you.”

A smile crept onto my lips as I reached for my phone. “About those elders…”

With a swift tap, I dispatched the files I had meticulously prepared to every elder in the Gray pack—detailed records of their various indiscretions. Robert Coleman’s illicit silver trade with hunters, Thomas Wright’s blatant boundary violations, and Margaret Wilson’s interference during the Blood Moon Ritual.

The door burst open, and Robert stormed in, his face twisted in fury. “You little bitch! How dare you—”

My eyes glinted silver as I rose to meet him, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and defiance. “How dare I what, Elder Coleman? Expose the fact that you’ve been selling silver weapons to hunters who’ve claimed the lives of three of our kind in just the past year?”

He lunged at me, but I stood my ground, the power of my wolf stirring beneath my skin, lending me an unyielding strength.

“Enough!” My grandfather’s voice boomed through the room as he stepped between us, his presence commanding immediate attention. The other elders who had followed Robert in now retreated, their eyes darting away from me, avoiding the confrontation.

“Miss Gray,” Thomas Wright cleared his throat, attempting to regain control, “perhaps we can discuss this privately?”

“There’s nothing to discuss,” I stated firmly, my resolve unwavering. “I’ve already filed for a pack monitoring order against Jonathan. He is forbidden from leaving Seattle territory pending investigation.”

Fury contorted my father’s face, and before I could brace myself, he stepped forward, his hand connecting sharply with my cheek. The sound reverberated through the room like a gunshot, leaving a ringing silence in its wake.

In an instant, my grandfather partially shifted, his hand transforming into a massive clawed paw that sent Jonathan sprawling across the room. He crashed into the credenza, splinters of mahogany flying in all directions.

“You will never touch her again,” William growled, his voice a primal snarl that resonated with authority.

Jonathan, struggling to regain his composure, picked himself up and adjusted his now-ruined suit. “This isn’t over,” he spat defiantly, storming toward the door. “The pack will never follow a white wolf.”

As he left, I caught a glimpse of Robert trying to slink away, but two pack enforcers appeared in the doorway, blocking his escape. “Elder Coleman,” one of them stated formally, “you are required to appear before the council for judgment.”