HUNT FOR KARL
~DAXON'S POV~
The emergency Pack meeting felt like standing in the eye of a hurricane. Every high-ranking wolf in the Silverfang Pack crammed into the main hall, their energy crackling with barely contained violence.
The scent of rage and betrayal hung depth in the air, harsh enough to taste. Mathias stood at the head of the room, his face carved from stone.
I flanked him on the right, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin. Tate sat in the front row between Myra and Lyra, her face pale but her spine straight. Proud of her for that. She'd been through hell tonight and hadn't broken.
"Karl is a traitor," Mathias announced, his voice carrying to every corner of the packed hall. "He conspired with enemies of this Pack. He filed false charges with the Werewolf Council.
