NIKOLAI’S POV
The entire room coiled with tension, every alpha in attendance from the wedding in the meeting room. The long table felt smaller than usual, the scent of their unease and fear clinging to every corner of the room. We sat at the center of the table, my seat at the end with Malachi at my right. Emiriel sat in the middle, Rowan ending the line beside him.
Rowan’s face was contorted in anger, one I could feel from where I was seated. I could tell everything that was going on in his head, one minute and one wrong thing, and blood would definitely be spilled in the room.
Malachi looked the same, anger and rage simmering beneath his clothing. And Emiriel looked Emiriel, his face too stoic and crazingly calm to get an answer out or a reaction.
In just a day, the pack has been b
