The meeting was held in the council room on the second floor of the pack house.
I had only ever seen the inside of it once as a teenager, when I had been sent to deliver a message and had barely been allowed past the door. Now I walked in at Asher’s side and felt every pair of eyes in the room land on me at once.
There were eight of them — senior warriors, two border captains, and three elders. The moment they registered my presence, the low conversation died. Surprise, wariness, and in a couple of faces, open disapproval flickered across their expressions before they schooled them.
Asher pulled out a chair near the head of the long table and looked at me. “Sit.”
I sat. He took the seat at the head, his presence immediately dominating the space.
“Luna will be present for this discussi
