CHRIS
The final day of the Conclave was upon us, and I found myself pacing the room with a heavy heart. My father’s recent revelations had stirred a storm within me, and I needed to talk to someone, to make sense of it all. It wasn’t easy being in my position—watching everything unravel before me without knowing the exact direction to take. I knew I had to act. I couldn’t let this mess continue, especially when it came to Alpha Rivers. That man, trying to frame us, trying to tear apart the unity of the packs—it sickened me. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more questions arose.
I grabbed my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I dialed Evans’ number. It buzzed in my ear for a few seconds before he picked the call.
“Chris, what’s going on?”
I sighed, running a hand through my h
