Kael POV
The air inside the council chamber was heavy.
Not loud.
Not chaotic.
But tense—like a storm waiting to break.
Kael stood at the head of the long wooden table, his hands resting firmly against its surface, his expression unreadable.
Around him sat the core of the pack’s leadership—
Darius.
Ronan.
Two elders.
Everyone was waiting.
The door opened.
Darius stepped in.
His expression alone was enough to shift the atmosphere.
Serious.
Focused.
And carrying something heavier than usual.
“I’ve completed the extended investigation,” Darius said, placing a stack of documents on the table.
Kael’s eyes sharpened slightly.
“Speak.”
Darius nodded once.
“This wasn’t a random rogue attack.”
The words landed like a stone.
Ronan leaned forward.
“What do you mean?”
Darius sp
