(Siena POV)
Twilight settles over pack territory in shades of purple and indigo that blur the boundary between earth and sky.
I stumble up the narrow path toward the lookout point above the northern settlement, each step carrying me farther from the council chambers where my voice broke beneath the weight of accusations I could no longer effectively counter.
The evening air fills my lungs with the scent of pine and wild thyme, clean and sharp, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere of the meeting room with its polished wood tables and centuries of Alpha authority embedded in every surface.
My hands tremble as I reach the crest of the hill, fingers still clutching the documentation rendered meaningless by Raiden's latest strategic maneuver.
Part of me isn’t
