Third Person POV
The Stone Lake packhouse's great hall hummed with tension as Alpha Sarah and the other rebel leaders arrived unannounced. Alpha Terrell stood from behind his massive oak desk, his presence filling the room with unmistakable authority.
"Sarah," he greeted, clasping her arm in the traditional wolf gesture. "Richard. Michael. This is unexpected."
"The Council meeting just ended," Sarah said, her silver hair catching the firelight. "We came directly here. You need to know what's being said."
Terrell's jaw tightened. "About Kennisha's execution?"
"Among other things," Alpha Richard confirmed, his massive frame making the leather chair creak as he sat. "The speed of her death has... unsettled them. They're questioning why Stone Lake denied them the opportunity to question
