Aria's POV
The summit officially began an hour later.
Representatives from dozens of packs presented reports on rogue activity, territorial disputes, trade agreements, and the preservation of ancient werewolf traditions.
Most of it was routine.
By lunchtime, my attention had begun to drift.
Ryder had stepped away to speak with another delegation when an elderly Alpha approached me.
"Miss Grayson?"
I turned toward him. His scent carried age, experience, and wisdom.
"Yes?"
He smiled sadly. "You have your father's eyes."
My heart skipped. "You know my father?"
"I know Ronan well." He extended his hand. "I am Cedric, a representative of the Blackpine Pack."
I shook his hand.
"I heard about what happened recently at the Grayson land. There is something I need to give you."
My puls
