PARIS’ POV
I stand before the council with my son beside me. The room is filled with men and women of power, individuals who hold the keys to the pack’s future. Their expressions are carefully neutral, but I can see the curiosity in their eyes, the subtle interest that flickers through their composed faces They came because they were intrigued, and now it is my job to make them believe.
“My lords, my ladies,” I begin. My voice is steady. “I called this meeting because there is something that can no longer be ignored. Something that should no longer be hidden.” I shift my son slightly in my arms, allowing them a better view of his soft face. “This is the rightful heir to the throne.”
A murmur ripples through the chamber. Then, there are hushed whispers exchanged behind raised hands. Some
