Elena's POV
Mia and I approached Declan as he barked orders to his men. The pack house buzzed with activity, but my focus was solely on him. His shoulders were tense, jaw clenched tight.
"Declan," I called out, my voice trembling slightly. "We need to talk."
He turned, his eyes cold and hard. "I'm busy."
"Please," Mia pleaded. "It's important."
Declan's nostrils flared, but he jerked his head towards an empty room. Once inside, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
"Make it quick," he growled.
I took a deep breath. "We're sorry, Declan. We never meant to betray you."
His laugh was harsh, devoid of humor. "Betray me? Is that what you call going behind my back and undermining my authority?"
"We were trying to protect the pack," Mia said, her voice small.
Declan's eyes flashed d
