(Siena’s POV)
The irony of it all doesn’t escape me.
I sit at the edge of the conference table, the official announcement of the third competition round still echoing in my mind:
A pack unity challenge requiring Alpha and Luna to work together, leveraging their unique strengths.
Unity. Cooperation. Partnership.
I want to laugh. Or scream. Maybe both.
The room buzzes around me with subdued chatter, the other packs already beginning to strategize.
I can feel their eyes on me, their whispered speculations brushing against my ears like tiny, stinging needles.
How will Windhowl manage this round with a rejected Luna? Can they even pretend to be united?
I keep my face neutral, my back straight, and my hands clasped tightly in my lap. Years of practice have
