BRAHAM'S POV
The Council Hall hadn't changed in three centuries. Same stone walls carved from living rock. Same vaulted ceiling. Same heavy wooden table scarred by generations of pack politics.
But the faces around that table had never looked at me like this before.
Like I was a problem to be solved.
I took my seat at the head of the table, Renan standing behind me to my right. The chamber was full…fifteen regional Alphas from territories under my jurisdiction lined one side, Elders on the other. Some from my own pack, some representing the other territories. This wasn't just my pack questioning me. This was the entire alliance.
Elder Kane, the oldest from my pack, stood first. "Alpha King Gothan. Thank you for answering our summons."
Summons? Not request. Not invitation.
"I'm here,
