The warm golden light of the setting sun streamed through the windows of Kane’s office, casting long shadows across the dark wooden desk piled with maps and reports. I stood at the far end of the room, watching as Kane paced back and forth, his expression dark with worry. The tension was palpable, heavy in the air, and I could feel the weight of the decisions he was about to make pressing down on both of us.
“I hate this,” Kane muttered, dragging a hand through his jet-black hair. His normally sharp amber eyes were clouded with doubt. “I hate the idea of exposing our pack to outsiders, but we can’t face this alone. If Darius has allied with the rogues, then he is more dangerous than I thought.”
I stepped forward, placing a hand gently on his arm to stop his pacing. “You’re right, Kane. W
