Aziel's pov
I stood in the center of the gathering hall, my eyes flicking across the group of warriors and pack members, their chatter and laughter filling the space.
They looked at me with respect, waiting for instructions, some with hopeful eyes as if anticipating the next big mission.
But amidst this camaraderie, a tension simmered beneath the surface, one I was all too aware of.
My conversation paused as I felt a surge of anger prickling at the edge of my senses.
I looked up, and there she was—Zior, standing across the hall with a storm in her eyes.
The air around her crackled with rage so palpable that the pack members nearby shifted uncomfortably, their conversations tapering off to a whisper before stopping entirely.
“Aziel!” Her voice cut through the room, sharp as a bla
