Astor’s Pov
The low, venomous laughter and words from the kitchen had been like a punch to my gut. Each cruel laugh they aimed at Faith twisted something inside me. I’d heard enough to know they’d been humiliating her, laughing at her, making her feel small. And then I saw her face ,the way her shoulders slumped, the unshed tears in her eyes. It was a sight that made my wolf roar. Fury, cold and sharp, ignited in my chest.
I took a deep breath, letting my presence expand, forcing the air out of the room. The chattering stopped abruptly. Silence, thick and heavy, fell. My voice, low but laced with steel, cut through it. “Everyone. To the main hall. Now.”
A shiver went through the pack members nearby. I didn't need to yell. They knew that tone.
“George, Liam, I want every single pack me
