Bella's P.O.V.
The atmosphere inside my living room was tense, heavy with anticipation as everyone settled into their places. Aunt Claire had returned not long ago from the pack house, her expression unreadable and posture rigid. She hadn't spoken a word on her way back, only mind-linked me to gather everyone immediately. And now here we were, in a tight circle of trust.
Matt, Ryan, and Rose were on a secure call from Matt's soundproof office back at the pack house, projected through the flat screen mounted to the wall. On our side, it was just Mason's parents, Aiden, Blake, Rachel, Aunt Claire, and me. Even the triplets and Noah had been sent off with Mia and Iris to play and stay distracted.
Aunt Claire finally broke the silence, her voice low and deliberate. "I found something in Cal
