MEGAN’ POV
I sank onto my bed, legs crossed, staring out the window at the gray, overcast sky. The house was unusually quiet this morning. Sebastian had left early, heading back to his promising to visit when he can. Usually, there was some chatter or movement, but today, the silence felt heavy, like the air was holding its breath.
Jemma was busy bustling around with Alec, trying to piece together which wolves hadn’t returned and estimating their arrival times. I decided to get up and grab some breakfast, hoping to shake off the boredom. As I wandered into the dining area, I overheard Dad talking quietly with Mom at the table. His voice was low but edged with concern. “The council meeting went as expected,” he said, glancing at her. “We came up with a plan to handle the situation. Hopefu
