The air inside the Stormborn war hall was thick with tension, a weight that pressed against the gathered leaders of the allied packs. The firelight flickered across their hardened faces, their eyes filled with the exhaustion of too many battles and the uncertainty of the war looming ahead. Ronan stood at the center, his presence commanding yet steady, as he prepared to reveal the truth that could either bind them together, or shatter the fragile hope they clung to.
Layla took a steadying breath, her gaze sweeping over the gathered alphas and warriors, reading their doubt and weariness. She had never stood before so many who held the fate of their kind in their hands. But she had no time for fear.
"You have all heard rumors," Ronan began, his voice carrying through the hall. "But tonight,
