The vial in Nora's pocket felt like it could destroy everything she held dear with one wrong move.
She paced the quiet room, fingers brushing the glass again and again. Break the bond or keep fighting? The choice ate at her.
Blake stepped inside and watched her closely. "You keep drifting off. What is wrong? You barely said two words since you got back."
"Nothing," Nora said quickly. "Just thinking about the pack."
Drew followed right after. "Do not brush us off like that. We see it in your eyes. Something big is bothering you. Share it."
"I cannot right now," she replied. "The council meets soon. We need clear heads."
The hall filled fast with pack leaders. Voices already rose before the elder even spoke.
A tall man jumped up first. "Word got out about the prophecy. Nora picks one
