The air in the packhouse was tense as we gathered for a final meeting before the infiltration. Kaelan stood among us now, an outsider who, despite his cool demeanor, was beginning to blend into the fabric of our group. His presence had stirred a mix of curiosity and wariness among the pack. Weretigers were rare, and the idea of working with someone like him—so different from us—was still unsettling.
As I entered the room, all eyes turned to me. Carter was at my side, as always, offering his steady presence. The rest of my inner circle—Ethan, Lena, and a few of the lead warriors—stood around the table, their faces solemn. Kaelan leaned casually against the wall, his sharp eyes scanning the room as if assessing every movement, every breath.
“We have one last night to prepare,” I said, addr
