WREN'S POV
The council chamber was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the tension simmering beneath the surface. I sat beside Hunter, feeling the weight of the pack’s eyes on me. After the rogue attack and the revelations about Gertrude’s schemes, the pack was on edge, and the council meeting was meant to address the growing unease.
Hunter’s presence was reassuring, but even he couldn’t mask the storm brewing in his amber eyes. Hugo had called the meeting to discuss the next steps, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.
Elder Thorne cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “The recent rogue attack was no coincidence,” he began. “It’s clear that Gertrude is escalating her plans. The question is: how do we stop her?”
Hunter leaned forward, his
