Talia was exhausted.
After the outstanding first night of the summit, she had excused herself from cocktails, craving a few quiet moments alone with her thoughts. Thomas Calder was present—unwelcome, but unavoidable. His pack, once her own, had grown powerful over the past eighteen years, expanding across much of Wyoming. Whether she liked it or not, Thomas was a necessary presence at the summit.
The gardens behind Summit Hall were designed to reflect peace: floating lanterns, crystal fountains, soft music drifting from open arches where delegates mingled. For the first time in decades, the kingdom had hosted the Alpha Summit within its city walls, welcoming every pack and faction into view.
But peace had never fooled Kaela.
Something is wrong, Talia’s wolf murmured, sharp and low.
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