CALEB
I'd seen my share of pack meetings go sideways—territorial disputes, rogue wolf incursions, the occasional challenge for dominance—but nothing had prepared me for the powder keg our council chamber had become. Standing at the head table, I watched factions form before my eyes: allies on one side, adversaries on the other, and a group of bewildered outsiders who had no business being here in the first place.
Savannah sat between Iowyn and Lysander, her face carefully neutral though I could feel anxiety thrumming through our dampened bond. The Summer Prince's binding had muted our connection, but hadn't severed it completely—I could still sense her emotions like music played in another room, recognizable but distant.
Ash hovered protectively behind her chair, his lanky omega frame b
