Elena was seated at her desk, buried in paperwork. She looked up at the sound of the door opening, her jaw tightening as her focused expression shifted to that of hostility. “Nia, what brings you here?”
“I need to talk to you,” Nia said, her voice steady, betraying the apprehension swirling inside her. “It’s about the rogues.”
Elena’s demeanor shifted, her brow furrowing. “What about them?”
“I’ve decided to form a new pack for them,” Nia declared, her resolve firm. “They need a safe place to belong to, and I can’t wait for you to accept them. This is what’s best for their future.”
Elena’s eyes narrowed, disbelief etched across her features. “You’re doing what? How can you even consider this? You’re abandoning your own pack!”
“I’m not abandoning anyone,” Nia shot back, her voice rising
