KILLIAN
The corridors were quiet as I made my way toward the council chamber. Each step felt heavier than the last, dragging me closer to the circle of old wolves who’d made it their life’s work to leash me.
By the time I pushed open the doors, their voices were already rising in a mix of argument and outrage.
All eyes snapped toward me the instant I entered.
Elder Morien, seated at the center, straightened slightly, his face twisting into something between disapproval and disbelief. “Alpha Killian,” he began, tone clipped, “I assume you finally deemed this meeting worth your time.”
I didn’t rise to the bait. I simply walked forward. I took my seat at the head of the long table, fingers tapping once against the polished wood. “I was occupied,” I said evenly.
A murmur rippled through
