The war room felt suffocating.
The stranger’s words still hung in the air, echoing in my mind.
"She’s coming for her heir."
Noah sat stiffly beside me, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists. Across the table, Aikan’s expression was unreadable, his sharp features carved from stone. Kane stood at the head of the room, muscles taut with barely restrained fury.
“She’s dead,” Kane growled.
The woman tilted her head slightly. “Then why are you so afraid?”
A deadly silence followed.
Kane slammed his hands against the table, making everyone flinch. “Syren is dead. I saw her fall with my own eyes.”
The woman didn’t even blink. “Then tell me, Alpha—whose shadow is hunting your pack?”
A shiver ran down my spine.
This wasn’t just another rogue attack. This wasn’t another uprising of Si
