Ronan
June is not here. I made sure of that.
She’s at the pack hospital under Dr. Malcolm’s care, with Sylvie and Vayda at her side. Guarded. Monitored. Safe. I will not have her sitting in a room full of power-hungry elders while her body braces for something it doesn’t yet understand.
This is my fight.
The Supreme Elder Council chamber is exactly as I remember it—stone and silence, carved authority pressing down from every surface. Seven elders sit in a wide arc, their expressions unreadable, their attention sharp. They don’t like hearings like this. They prefer clean rulings and simple truths.
Grant Sutton is neither.
He stands across from me, posture relaxed to the point of arrogance, his father at his shoulder. Victor Sutton wears the same expression he always does when he think
