Isla’s POV
Tea at Silverfang was never just tea.
I understood that the moment the invitation arrived, delivered by a maid with careful posture and a voice too polite to refuse. The Pack Luna wished to see me. Along with several of the female elites. Alpha wives. Daughters of council elders. Women who shaped opinion quietly while men ruled loudly. In Silverfang, their approval mattered almost as much as Chase’s authority.
The tea room overlooked the eastern forest, its tall windows framing snow-dusted pines and distant peaks. Everything inside was arranged with intention. Fine porcelain cups. Silver spoons aligned perfectly. Chairs placed just far enough apart to maintain civility while encouraging observation. When I entered, conversation paused for half a breath. Smiles followed immedi
