Nolan POV
I stood at my office window, the early light spilling over the training fields below. Even from here, I could hear the murmur of pack life, guards changing shifts, warriors gathering for patrols, the occasional bark of orders carried by the wind.
It should have been reassuring, a sign that Silver Fang was running like the well-oiled machine I’d built.
But it wasn’t.
Today, everything felt fragile. One word from the elders’ council could change everything—my candidacy, my future, the stability of the pack itself.
Today, the official list of candidates would be announced.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly as I turned back toward my desk. The documents scattered across it, patrol reports, supply lists, letters of endorsement, all blurred together. None of it matt
