The hall was fuller than I had ever seen it.
Not merely crowded, but charged.
The Regional Assembly had been called under the pretence of security concerns along the northern borders. That was the official reason. But every Alpha present knew the truth.
This meeting was about a fracture.
It was about Silvercrest.
It was about Clay.
And it was about Selene.
I stood at my designated place beside Clay’s high-backed seat, chin lifted, expression composed. If anyone expected visible strain from me, they would be disappointed.
Clay sat rigid, jaw tight, eyes scanning the room with forced authority. Torin stood just behind him, posture immaculate, though I knew the tension riding his spine.
The northern delegation had arrived early. Alpha Rydan entered without fanfare, but the hall shift
