The white feather dipped in blood sat in its black box on the council table like a declaration of war and it was.The great hall was packed to the rafters. Not just the council, but every enforcer, every scout captain, every wolf of fighting age who could squeeze inside. The air was thick with the scent of rage, adrenaline, and the sharp tang of bloodlust. Torches flickered along the walls, casting long shadows that danced like eager predators.Elara stood at Kai’s right, hand resting protectively on the firm swell of her belly, feeling the pup kick hard and fast as if sensing the storm brewing in the room. She had insisted on being here no more sitting on the sidelines.Kai’s voice rolled through the hall like thunder. “Ronan has taken first blood. He’s threatened my mate. My heir. Our pack.
