WREN'S POV
The grand hall of the neutral grounds was a stark contrast to the rugged beauty of Silver Pack territory. Tall stone pillars lined the room, their surfaces carved with intricate designs of wolves and moons. Despite the elegance, the air inside was heavy with tension. Representatives from allied packs gathered around the central table, their gazes wary and guarded.
Hunter stood at the head of the table, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. His amber eyes scanned the room, daring anyone to challenge him. I stood beside him, Lyra’s steady presence in my mind giving me the courage to meet the skeptical gazes directed at me.
“This meeting isn’t just about strengthening borders,” Hunter began, his voice firm but measured. “It’s about survival. Gertrude’s growing influence
