The day of the meeting arrived with an ominous stillness in the air. The sky was overcast, and the wind whispered through the trees as if the forest itself sensed the danger that awaited us. Our small group set out at dawn, moving swiftly and silently through the dense woods.
Alaric and I led the way, our senses on high alert. My father had insisted on staying behind to oversee the pack’s defenses, leaving me to represent the Emerald Pack in the negotiations. I knew it was the right decision, but the weight of responsibility felt heavier than ever.
As we approached the clearing where the meeting was to take place, I signaled for the others to stop. The air was thick with tension, and every instinct told me that something was wrong. I scanned the area, my eyes narrowing as I tried to dete
