XANDER'S POV:
" Speak Xander, or I decide," Eleanor sneered at me, her voice sharp like a blade. Her angry stares didn't leave Nyx.
Nyx's eyes locked onto mine, scanning, questioning. Was I really going to let a war happen in the pack because of her? I knew that thought was running through her mind.
Camila’s gaze was just as unyielding, her lips pressed into a thin line.
All of them—Eleanor, Camila, Nyx—their gaze staring into my soul, waiting for an answer, answers I had but couldn't spill out. But I had to say something. I had to make my decision.
Before I said anything, a voice cut through the heavy tension.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Theo.
What was he doing here?
His voice was deep, sending a fresh wave of uneasiness over me. He wasn’t alone. Fenris and Elijah walked b
