The territorial dispute hearing was scheduled for Thursday morning at the Continental Council chambers, three hours north of Lycan territory.
I woke at five AM to prepare, my stomach already twisted in knots.
"You're going to be fine." Caden handed me coffee, already dressed in the formal attire required for Council appearances. "Morgan briefed you on everything. You know the facts."
"Knowing facts and presenting them effectively are different things." I gulped the coffee too fast, burning my tongue. "What if I mess up? What if I say the wrong thing and lose credibility before the probation period really starts?"
"Then we recover and move forward." Ezra appeared in the doorway, also formally dressed. "But you won't mess up. You're more prepared than most Alphas who've been governing fo
