Denderick's POV
I walked through the towering gates of Alpha Rowan's pack house. It was time. Another Council meeting, another round of whispered accusations and sideways glances, but this one felt different. This one held more than just the usual tension. I could feel it in the air, large like a storm waiting to break.
As I approached, the guards barely acknowledged me. They opened the doors without a word, ushering me through the halls with nothing but silent stares.
When we reached the meeting hall, I stopped just outside the door. I could hear the low murmur of voices inside, the sound of my fellow Alphas talking amongst themselves.
I already knew exactly what they were talking about. Alpha Marcus. His lies. His pathetic attempts to sway the Council before I had a chance to speak
