The corridors of the pack house were unnervingly silent as Calvin led the group inside. The air was thick — heavy with tension and the ghosts of authority that once ruled these halls. Every footstep echoed sharply against the marble floors, a sound that seemed to reverberate with old grudges and unspoken truths.
Roselyn could feel it — the pulse of restrained fury radiating from her mate’s hand as he guided her forward. His grip was firm, steady, yet beneath the control, his wolf stirred, restless and protective. This wasn’t just a meeting. This was a reckoning years in the making.
Pack members who caught sight of the procession quickly stepped aside, bowing their heads but stealing glances filled with unease. Whispered murmurs followed them like a rising tide: The former Alpha and Beta…
