Kiera's P.O.V.
The packhouse was buzzing with tension as the entire pack gathered in the main hall. The air felt heavy, thick with anticipation and unease. Damian stood at the front, towering and commanding, his golden eyes burning with barely restrained fury. I stood by his side, my own anger simmering just below the surface. This was the moment of reckoning.
Lila and Rowan were brought forward, flanked by two enforcers. Lila’s usual smug expression was replaced with a wary mask, though her defiant glare told me she wasn’t ready to fold. Rowan, on the other hand, looked pale, his green eyes darting nervously toward the gathered pack. He could feel the weight of their judgment already.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Damian’s voice thundered through the hall, silencing the murmurs.
Rowa
