KAEL.
The room fell into hushed silence the minute I stepped inside, each of the alphas from their packs finally present and seated. Their eyes shone with eagerness and anticipation, watching like hawks and assessing me as I walked to my chair and took my seat. I let my eyes drag through every one of them, recalling their packs and their names.
I counted them—twelve packs in total and twelve of them present.
I could feel their wolves, fear and wariness in them. For the past ten years that I have been the alpha king, I’ve never called for any alphas’ meeting, never sat down at the same table to even speak. When I picked up the mantle, it had been war, and there was no time.
Yet the same thing was approaching now.
“There have been attacks,” I started flatly.
They all exchanged glances,
