Alaric stood at the head of the long, mahogany table, his golden eyes burning with barely restrained fury. The seven Great Elders of Crescent Moon sat before him in their high-backed chairs, their expressions ranging from curiosity to concern. The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire in the grand hearth, its orange glow casting long shadows on the stone walls. They had gathered on his urgent summons, and he wasted no time in explaining why.
"I have called you all here on such short notice because there is a traitor among us," Alaric declared, his voice sharp and unwavering. Sasha's jealousy of Nova has not only endangered my son, Kade, and my unborn grandson, but she has put our entire pack at risk. "She has been leaking our locations to Silver Ridge, risking an attack on
