The air inside the packhouse felt thick as I made my way through the corridors, the echoes of the earlier meeting still buzzing in my mind. The other Alphas had voiced support for our alliance with Thorne, the rogue vampire seeking a truce, but their doubts lingered in the room like an unwelcome guest. Even though they had no choice but to trust my judgment, I knew their approval was thin, held together by necessity more than true loyalty.
Morrigan stirred restlessly within me, her presence a steady thrum of energy. She’d been unusually quiet during the meeting, watching through my eyes, her instincts razor-sharp. Now, alone in the hallway, she growled, low and insistent, echoing the frustration simmering inside me.
They still doubt you, she murmured. They doubt what we’re building.
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