Alexander
The air was thick with distrust, the scent of sweat and simmering rage wrapping around me like a noose.
They wanted blood—my blood.
I knew why too, the pack was mad, furious I had left them to defend from the Rouges on there own.
But I didn’t regret my choice.
I leaned back against the tree behind me, a picture of calculated ease while my muscles coiled tight beneath the surface. Every wolf in the clearing, every damn one of them, stared at me like I was the enemy. I’d expected resistance, expected pushback. What I hadn’t expected was the rage—the betrayal laced into their glares.
Liam was already standing at the podium, his voice a sharp blade cutting through the murmurs. “We all need to calm down.”
His voice barely broke through the voices.
I exhaled through my nose,
