The Rose Pack’s elder council hall thrummed with a cacophony of voices, a restless tide of indignation and gossip. Typically, an Alpha’s summons—especially one requiring the elders’ presence—drew the pack to a venue of the Alpha’s choosing, a gesture of respect. In Carlisle’s day, elders convened at Rose Thorn Manor, deliberating with the revered Alpha in its hallowed halls. But Jack’s tenure was brief, his contributions to the pack negligible. To most, “Alpha” still evoked Carlisle’s legacy, not Jack’s fleeting reign. Last night’s scandal—Jack and Seraphina’s brazen act, captured in the Memory Stone’s damning footage—had sealed their disgrace. The elders, having viewed the lurid images, found them abhorrent.
Thus, despite Jack’s call for a pack meeting, the elders stood firm, decreeing t
