Leah
The private audiences started within the hour.
Cain had arranged the sessions in one of the smaller council rooms off the main corridor, a stone chamber with a heavy oak table, tall windows that let the afternoon light pour in, and enough chairs for the parties involved and no one else. It was intimate by design. These weren't public disputes meant to be aired in front of every alpha in attendance. These were personal grievances, the kind that people carried close to the heart and only brought forward when they trusted the person listening enough to be honest.
I sat beside Darien at the head of the table. Cain stood near the door, arms crossed, expression neutral. Keanu had been politely excluded from the proceedings, which he accepted with the grudging understanding of someone who
