The war council chamber was buzzing when Seraphina entered, flanked by Lyra and two of her most trusted sentinels. Every Alpha in the neighboring territories had gathered—broad shoulders, sharp tempers, and the tang of wolf energy vibrating in the air.
She caught Darius’s gaze across the room. His silver eyes locked on her, scanning her for injury like he had done every time they crossed paths since the betrayal had been revealed. His protective instincts simmered under the surface, but tonight there was something sharper there. Something hungrier.
“Alpha Seraphina,” Alpha Kieran of the Ironclaw Pack said as soon as she stepped inside, his tone cutting through the room. “Your Beta’s treachery almost cost us Kaelen. You need to explain why we should trust you with our alliance.”
The room
