Atrox raised his brows. "Since foundation? That means that we have never allowed the Elders to build their own branch family and there must be a reason for that. Tiber, tell me."
Tiber stepped forward. "My Lord, it's because of rebellion. A Clan must have a single root or else the other root will grow their own trees. Bigger and stronger."
Elder Youn sneered. "Oh? So you're afraid that I will rise against you? Why are you afraid of such when you are the Clan leader? My time grows short, Clan leader. Do you accept or not?"
"Elder Youn. I don't accept and I don't accept you leaving as well. There is a death sentence hanging on you and I've already named you the enemy of the Clan."
Atrox took a step forward, his anger that had been boiling since everything happened finally reached a breaking point. "You only care about yourself. You wanted the Clan and you set it up for war, but now that the Clan is pinned down you are here to cure your guilt for what you have done.
