HAYES
The double iron doors of the high council hall shattered inward with a deafening c***k as I threw them open, the echo vibrating off the massive stone pillars.
The thirteen elders of the Blackthorn pack were already seated around the long crescent table, their expensive suits and pristine posture freezing the exact second my shadow spilled across the floorboards. At the head of the table sat Senior Elder Thomas, his gray eyes narrowing as he took in the raw, uncontrolled alpha aura rolling off my body. Beside him, leaning back with a manicured hand resting on her hip, was Selena. She was wearing a smirk, but the scent of her sudden, spiking fear filled the room like burning sulfur.
“She smells like the poison,” Kyle hissed in my ears, his teeth snapping against my skull. “She sits
