The main hall at Blackthorn Academy had never held so many Alphas under one roof.
I counted at least a dozen pack leaders seated around the long council table by the time Rowan and my father helped carry Kade inside, his wound closed but still tender beneath the makeshift bandage Isolde had wrapped around his ribs. Whispers rippled through the assembled leaders the moment they saw the state of us, blood and dust and the lingering silver shimmer still fading from my own skin.
Alpha Damon Wolfe stood near the head of the table, having apparently decided that appearing composed and cooperative was a better strategy than fleeing entirely. His eyes met mine once, cold and calculating, before he turned back to the assembled council with practiced ease.
"There has been an unfortunate misunders
