Ridah’s POV
Two nights wasn’t enough time to fix everything Kael had broken.
But it was enough to draw a line in the dirt and dare him to cross it.
The eastern packs met at Old Stone Circle. Neutral ground. Old laws said no blood could be spilled there unless the Alpha of both packs agreed. Kael knew that. That’s why he chose it.
If I lost control here, it wouldn’t just be my pack that saw it. It would be every wolf within fifty miles.
Forsaken’s jaw was tight the whole ride there. The bond between us was quiet, but I felt his control brushing mine with every mile. _You don’t have to do this alone_, he sent.
I didn’t answer. He knew I would anyway.
We arrived at dusk.
The circle was older than the pack itself—stones worn smooth by rain and time, arranged in a ring wide enough
