Silvercrest buzzed with unease as Evelyn and Ronan returned under the veil of dawn. The guards at the gate stepped aside without question, sensing the weight they carried. Whispers followed them like shadows—rumors of the Temple, of Evelyn glowing with moonlight, and of Ronan’s unwavering presence at her side.
Kendall stood waiting at the entrance to the packhouse, arms crossed, eyes sharp. He looked relieved when he saw her.
“You’re late,” he muttered.
Evelyn dismounted and smiled faintly. “We took the scenic route.”
He embraced her tightly, whispering in her ear, “They called a Council meeting. Damien’s father returned.”
Evelyn stiffened. “Alpha Greyson?”
Kendall nodded grimly. “And he’s brought the Elders with him. They plan to question your fitness to lead… and your bond with the
