Mona’s POV:
“Keish?" I whispered in her ear. "What's he talking about?"
She looked at me, holding one of my hands tightly under the table—like she was scared of what she was about to say.
"Keish?" I asked, confused by her sudden shift.
"We'll discuss it later." She squeezed my hand. "Not here."
I wanted to push, but the weight of the room pressed down. So I sat back, grabbed my glass, and tried to make myself smaller.
That was when Elder Ulric's voice cut through again.
"Forgive me, Alpha." He set down his fork and leaned forward on the table to get a clear view of Sebastian. "But don't you think this conversation would be better with…" He cleared his throat before blurting out the next words. "…only members of the pack present?"
Wait. Was he trying to—
"Members of the pack?" Seba
