Alexander:
Morning had barely settled over the pack grounds when they arrived.
Marcel walked in first, his posture calm but alert in the way only someone used to command could manage. Beside him was Eloise, her steps quieter, though not hesitant.
She had changed again since the night before, dressed simply now, but there was still something about the way she carried herself that set the room on edge.
Hunters moved differently. And even among wolves, that difference was impossible to miss.
I leaned back slightly in my chair as they entered the hall. Alessia stood near the window with Hope in her arms, the morning light catching the soft strands of her hair. When she turned toward them, her expression was thoughtful rather than suspicious.
The pack took its cues from us. If we reacted
