Lailani’s POV
The door to my quarters slammed shut behind me, and I paced the length of the room, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. My hands were still trembling from the confrontation with Aziel earlier. How could someone be so infuriatingly stubborn? I knew the Ives pack had been through hell with Constance and Arlo, but this? This was ridiculous.
The audacity of him to stand there, surrounded by his pack, glaring at me like I was the problem. Like I didn’t know exactly what I was talking about. I’d been sent here by the Council to fix things, not to be berated in front of a crowd. And the worst part? I wasn’t even the one trying to tear him down. Everything I suggested was for the good of his pack, and yet, here we were.
I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to sit on the edge o
