XARION'S POV
"Megan, wait!"
I call out again, my voice echoing down the corridor, but she doesn't slow down.
If anything, she walks faster, her heels cracking against the stone floor like gunshots.
I shove through the thick wooden doors and chase after her, my chest tight with frustration and guilt.
When my father told me this morning that we'd be attending a meeting at the Werewolf Council of Elders' chamber, I had no idea it would be about Megan and the twins.
None.
I'd asked him what the meeting was about, and he'd brushed me off with some evasive answer about pack alliances and territory disputes. Said I needed to be there as Alpha.
I should've known better.
I should've pressed him harder.
Because the second I saw Megan walking into that chamber, her face pale and her eyes fl
