The Silver Moon lodge had never hosted so many pack leaders at once. Sixteen Alphas sat in a rough circle, their guards stationed around the room like sentries. The air was thick with tension and competing supernatural signatures as werewolves who normally led separate territories tried to share the same space.
Kane stood in the center, wearing the formal robes of Silver Moon leadership. But he could feel the hostility radiating from several of the assembled Alphas. These weren't just concerns about Luna's transformation—these were old grudges and political rivalries that went back decades.
"Alpha Kane," said Marcus Ironwood, leader of the Northern Territories pack. His voice was cold and formal. "We've come because of disturbing reports about the Silver Moon Pack. Reports that you've al
