Xavier's POV
They call the meeting two days after the northern pack falls silent — every Alpha and Beta still within Green Valley's territory summoned to the same hall where Jane's Rare One reveal shattered every plan any of us had walked in with. It feels fitting, somehow, that the next crisis lands in the same room.
Uncle James — Alpha James, I remind myself, though I've never once heard anyone call him that with real conviction — opens the meeting looking older than he did a month ago.
"Twenty-six dead across four incidents," he says, laying it out plainly for once, none of the political posturing I've come to expect from him. "Green Valley's own patrol confirmed the last one directly. There's no reasonable way left to dismiss this as coincidence, or exaggeration, or—" his eyes flick
