Kael's POV
The moment we stepped onto the packed grounds, I felt it.
There was a tension in the air that had nothing to do with the cold—thick and charged and already moving through the crowd before we'd gotten close enough to read faces.
Ryker's eyes flicked to mine immediately.
"The pack has gathered in the clearing," Soren said, his attention moving down the slope toward the open ground below.
"Did Father—" I started.
He shook his head. "We weren't included."
Ryker was already moving. "Then we better find out why."
I was about to pull him back when I spotted my father at the center of it—planted in the clearing, surrounded on all sides, and visibly unhappy about whatever had built up around him.
"He has his hands full," Fenrir muttered.
I increased my pace.
The voices grew as
