RENAN'S POV
The pack training grounds were busy when I arrived for the morning session. Wolves in human form clustered in groups, some running drills, others sparring in designated areas. The autumn air carried the scent of sweat, earth, and the particular musk that came from shifters working out their wolves.
Gabriel spotted me first and jogged over. "Beta. Good, you're here. Roy's been asking for you."
My jaw tightened automatically at Roy's name. "What does he want?"
"Says there's a concern about border patrol rotations in the southern territory." Gabriel's expression was carefully neutral, but I caught the warning in his tone. "He's gathered a few others to discuss it."
Translation: Roy was holding court again, and I was being summoned.
I followed Gabriel to the covered pavilion
