By morning, Silverfang Mansion felt like a pressure cooker.
Whispers slipped through every hallway. Advisors paced with phones glued to their ears. Warriors stood guard at every entrance, their eyes sharper than usual. Even the omegas moved differently—quiet, tense, glancing up as if waiting for something to explode.
I knew the reason before anyone said it aloud.
The world was closing in.
The breakfast table was nearly silent when a warrior stepped inside, bowed sharply, and said the words that made Chase’s jaw tense immediately:
“Alpha, the elders request your presence.”
Request.
But we all knew what that meant.
Chase stood slowly, the chair legs scraping against the floor. His composure was perfect on the surface, but I could see the storm flickering beneath—tight shoulders, shar
