Zane could feel the tension building as he watched Castor and Lyanna exchange uneasy glances. Their confidence was wavering, and Zane knew it wasn't just the situation with the rogues that had them on edge. The very foundation of the Silver Claw Pack was beginning to c***k under the weight of their ambition and poor decisions.
Jarek and Ryker stood at his side, both alert to the growing unrest around them. Zane had always relied on them, and now more than ever, he needed their steady presence.
"We need to stay alert," Zane repeated, lowering his voice. "Something's not right here. And it's only a matter of time before this all comes crashing down."
Jarek nodded, his sharp eyes scanning the room. "You're right. I've felt it since we arrived. This pack isn't as stable as it looks.
