WREN'S POV
The aftermath of Nicholas’s attack left the allied packs shaken. His return had been a brutal reminder of the strength Gertrude’s forces wielded, and the tension it sparked rippled through every corner of the estate. Warriors whispered behind closed doors, their murmurs filled with doubt and blame.
Lyra’s voice was soft but firm. “Fear breeds division, Wren. This is what Gertrude wants.”
I nodded, her words grounding me as I made my way to the war room. Hunter had called an emergency meeting to address the fallout, but I knew it wouldn’t be easy. The alliance had always been fragile, and Nicholas’s attack had splintered it further.
When I entered, the room was already filled with raised voices. Representatives from Stormfang and Blackclaw sat across from each other, their po
