The tension in the air was palpable, like the storm before a downpour. Magnus and Elias were at odds, their rivalry growing with each passing day, and it was beginning to take its toll on me. Every step I took seemed to carry the weight of two packs on my shoulders, and the expectations were becoming unbearable. The alliances, the power plays, the back-and-forth—it was exhausting. And it was all centered around me.
I stood at the center of the room, my hands clenched at my sides as I faced both alphas, each one looking at me with different intentions.
"You know what needs to be done, Lena," Magnus’s voice was as smooth as ever, but the sharp edge to it was unmistakable. "Your pack needs you to make a choice. You have to stand with us, or this all falls apart."
I could feel the pressure
