Chapter 41: Confrontation of Power
(Rhys's POV)
The Alpha Council Chamber stood silent as I entered. Ancient stone walls adorned with symbols of our pack history surrounded us. Pack leaders and enforcers sat rigidly in their designated places, eyes fixed forward, barely breathing.
My uncle, Caspian, dominated the chamber from his position on the raised stone platform. His ceremonial attire gleamed in the morning light streaming through the high windows. The silver emblem of office—passed down through generations of Alpha Kings—hung from a chain around his neck, catching the light with each breath.
The carved oak throne beneath him told its own story. Running wolves etched into the ancient wood seemed to move in the shifting light, a reminder of our primal nature beneath our civiliz
