Evelynn POV
The hall was still humming with restless energy when Maddox lifted his head.
“Before anyone gets clever,” he rumbled, “you all know who you’ll answer to next. Evelynn, Mireya wants a word with the Alphas and with our Luna.”
The name drew a ripple through the crowd. Even the loudest bikers fell silent. The old woman was more myth than flesh. She was pack’s seer, healer, and keeper of secrets none of them dared question.
Mireya stepped forward from the shadows at the edge of the hall, wrapped in a tattered shawl that might’ve once been white. Her silver hair was braided with tiny bones and moonstone beads, her gaze sharp as broken glass and twice as clear. When she looked at me, it felt like she was seeing through me and somewhere deep, the bond marks along my skin pulsed in
