The pack meeting at Silvermoon started at seven PM.
I wasn't supposed to attend—this was Caden's domain, his wolves, his challenge to address. But Maya insisted on giving me a live feed, and I couldn't look away.
The great hall was packed. Every adult pack member who could attend had shown up, nearly four hundred wolves filling the space. Caden stood at the front, flanked by Kyle and two other senior warriors. The tension was visible even through the screen.
"Thank you for coming," Caden's voice carried authority. "I know there are concerns about my commitment to this pack. I'm here to address them directly."
An older warrior stood. Marcus Brennan, former Delta under Caden's father. I'd met him once—traditional, gruff, deeply loyal to old ways.
"Alpha, with respect, you've been absent
