The council lodge felt tense as leaders from different packs gathered around the long wooden table. Kael stood at its head, shoulders squared, while Ronan leaned casually against the wall, watching everyone with sharp amber eyes. Lena remained beside Eira, trying to steady the unease rising inside her. “So let me understand this,” Lena said quietly. “Malakar is some ancient enemy who wants to destroy everything?” Eira nodded slowly. “Long ago, witches and wolves fought beside the Moonborn to seal him beneath the mountains.” Ronan folded his arms. “And now the seal is weakening.” Kael glanced toward Lena. “Which means Selene may not even understand the danger she’s unleashing.” Lena frowned. “So what do we do now?” Ronan pushed himself away from the wall. “We unite the packs.”

