The negotiations lasted three days.
Three days of arguments, accusations, and occasional threats. Three days of Sasha standing firm while wolves tested her, challenged her, tried to break her. Three days of Rhys fighting for his place, Marcus defending his choices, and Luc quietly advising from the shadows.
The first day was the worst.
Sasha arrived at the meeting ground with her small delegation—Rhys, Luc, Maya, and a dozen hybrid fighters. The wolves had gathered in force: nearly two hundred purebloods, their golden eyes watching every move, their bodies tense with barely contained aggression.
Marcus opened the proceedings. "We're here to discuss the future of the pack and its relationship with Haven." His voice carried across the clearing. "These are not enemies. They're potential a
