Aarhea’s Point of View
Jake and I sat across from each other in my office. Papers covered the table, but none of them mattered compared to the storm around us.
Jake leaned forward. “We can’t waste time. If we sit still, they’ll trap us again.”
“I know,” I whispered. “But we can’t rush. One wrong step, and the council will side with them.”
He clenched his fists. “So we pretend? Smile at them? Act like we’re grateful?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “We play their game until we’re ready to break it.”
Jake’s jaw tightened. He hated the idea. But after a long pause, he nodded. “Then let’s plan.”
Before we could continue, the door opened. Roman walked in with Amara and Logan, as if they owned the place.
“Alpha Aarhea,” Roman greeted with a polite bow. “I hope we’re not disturbing.”
“You always
