Aziel's pov
The room was filled with tension even before I stepped in. It was the usual pack
meeting place.
I could sense the weight of everyone’s gaze on me as I stood at the head of the table.
Waylen sat to my left, his face calm but unreadable.
Lailani was across from him, looking cool and collected, her piercing gaze steady as
ever. Zior and Zayn, the twins who had recently joined to the pack, were seated together
on the far end, mirroring each other’s posture—Zayn relaxed, but Zior practically
vibrating with tension.
I cleared my throat, focusing on the task at hand. “Thank you all for coming. I’ve called
this meeting to discuss leadership in the pack’s training program. We’ve been… lacking
in certain areas, and I think it’s time for a change."
I glanced around the table,
