MEGAN'S POV
The letter arrived this morning.
An official summons from the Arkon Werewolf Council of Elders, delivered by a courier in a clean-cut uniform who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.
I stared at the embossed seal on the envelope for a full minute before opening it, my stomach twisting with unease.
‘Ms. Megan Pierce, you are hereby summoned to appear before the Council of Elders at 2:00 PM today to discuss matters concerning your children and their welfare.’
My blood ran cold.
Matters concerning my children?
What the hell does that mean?
I showed the letter to Caitlin, who immediately looked concerned.
“The Council doesn't typically get involved in personal family matters,” I said. “Not unless…”
“Not unless someone influential filed a formal complaint or petition,
