The victory celebration lasted three days.
Pack members from all three districts mingled freely, sharing food and stories and hope for the first time in years. The community center became the heart of a transformation that felt almost miraculous.
But on the fourth day, reality reasserted itself.
I was packing up our temporary headquarters when Morgan appeared, her expression grave.
"We need to talk. Privately."
I followed her to the makeshift office, where Damon was already waiting with his laptop open.
"Gregory didn't take the loss well," Damon said without preamble. He turned the screen to show me a series of messages he'd intercepted. "He's calling an emergency coalition meeting of traditional Alphas. Scheduled for next week."
"To do what?"
"To organize resistance to the Council
