Brielle’s POV
We planned to wait,watch the whispers settle, let doubt bloom like rot in the foundation Sylvia had built.
But the pack had been holding its breath long enough.
And so had I.
By sunrise, the decision had been made.
No more half-truths.
No more patience.
The war room was buzzing before I even stepped inside. Wolves lined the walls, whispering behind half-raised palms, casting glances that didn’t bite the way they once did. Jade stood near the hearth, arms crossed, gaze cutting across the room like she was daring someone to start something.
Simon sat at the long table, flipping through the proof like it was a dossier on war crimes.
And maybe it was.
I took my place at the center of the room, back straight, jaw locked tight.
Jade met my eyes once.
A nod.
It was time
