CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
I blink awake to a room washed in the soft hues of dawn, colors bleeding gently through the woven curtains. My muscles are stiff, my mind foggy with the remnants of sleep. I try to piece together the fragments of last night's tumultuous council meeting before my eyes snap open wider, and my heart skips a beat.
The Stone Pack warriors, led by Roman with Finn at his side, are stationed around Gina's village. They're an incongruous sight among the floral garlands and sun-kissed cottages, their presence a sharp contrast to the tranquil setting. My breath hitches as I scan the room for Gina, my mentor and friend, her warm brown eyes always so comforting. But she's not here – yet the warriors are, which can only mean one thing: they've come to a decision.
"Good morning," R
