Kian’s POV
The council hall was colder than usual that morning. Maybe it was just me… or maybe everyone could feel the tension rising in our pack. I stood before the elders, hands clasped behind my back.
“We will increase food supply to the single Omega quarters,” I said firmly. “Winter is close. Their section has the weakest heating. They need more than the others.”
A few elders nodded, but Elder Huron’s lips tightened immediately.
“My Alpha,” he began, bowing slightly. “Northside has traditions. Resources are shared by rank, not pity.”
“It’s not pity,” I replied calmly. “It’s responsibility.”
“The single Omegas should learn not to overdepend,” he said. “You make them soft.”
My jaw clenched. “I didn’t ask for opinions. I made a decision.”
Huron chuckled; a sharp and dry sound tha
