= Mikael =
“That pack is our enemy,” Maelis snapped, his voice cutting through the chamber like a blade drawn too fast. “I hope you are not forgetting that, Alpha Mikael.”
His words landed hard, meant to provoke. Meant to remind everyone in the room that alliances were written in blood, not excuses.
“She should never have crossed our borders,” Rowan added, his tone slow and deliberate, each word measured as if he were laying stones for a grave. “Much less been welcomed into the very heart of Veyrath.”
The air shifted.
Voices rose all at once, overlapping, colliding, feeding off one another until the chamber felt smaller, tighter—charged with a fear none of them wanted to admit to wearing.
“What if she was sent to spy on us?”
“What if she carries their scent on purpose, just to unse
