The great hall of the pack’s compound was alive with tension, the air thick with an unspoken challenge. The wolves gathered in clusters, whispering among themselves, their voices hushed but urgent. Alia’s call for a meeting had been unexpected, but it had worked—nearly the entire pack was here. Waiting. Watching.
At the far end of the hall, on the raised stone platform, Alia stood poised, the flickering torches casting shadows across her sharp, calculating features. Dressed in deep crimson, she exuded authority, the very image of an Alpha Mother. The Luna herself. Beside her sat a handful of high-ranking wolves, ones who had stood by her side for years. Her loyalists and Brandon, her beta.
Her expression was calm, but her eyes scanned the crowd with sharp precision, gauging their reacti
