Lucien’s POV
“Let the meeting begin,” Dad says, bringing us to order. The side talks from the elders soon die off.
I clear my throat, going first. The issue for today is the rogue attacks on us. I roll out a blueprint across the table. It contains all the pack’s building structures, borders, and our hidden entrance.
“It’s no news—the rogues attack us for a second time,” I say, leaning closer, elbows resting on the table. Everyone stares at me, interest etched on their faces, each one wanting to know the way forward.
“Our borders have been secured, but that’s no guarantee it will stop them.” The elders move uncomfortably in their seats. Their eyes steal sideways glances at one another, and I see the tension in their jaws.
Elder Clay, from the south division pulls the attention of the o
