“Alpha King, the rogues and the royal guards are assembled in front of the pack house,” Beta Enzo reported, his voice calm but edged with purpose. “They’re waiting for us.”
Alpha Asher’s head snapped up from his desk. His brows furrowed, irritation flashing across his face. “In front of the pack house?” he repeated sharply. “Why are they there? They should be brought to my office. Interrogations are handled privately, not turned into spectacle.”
Before Enzo could respond, a heavy, commanding presence filled the room.
“That will not do, Alpha Asher.”
Talon stepped forward, his posture relaxed but his aura anything but. The air thickened instantly, pressure bearing down on every wolf in the room. Even the walls seemed to hum in response to him.
“This investigation,” Talon continued even
