The meeting hall was cold, and not just because of the frost outside. Inside, the air buzzed with the energy of uncertainty. I stood at the head of the table, my eyes sweeping over the faces of the remaining pack leaders—some of whom still regarded me with suspicion, others with admiration, and a few with barely concealed resentment. The traitor's identity had been uncovered, but the aftermath was far from over.
Lucian stood beside me, his presence a steady anchor in the chaos. His hand brushed mine under the table, the slightest of gestures, but one that spoke volumes. In the middle of this storm, he was my constant.
"Everyone's here," I said, my voice carrying through the room. "We don't have time to waste."
Alpha Jax, his black fur marking him as a towering presence, grunted from his
