ALPHA AXEL’S POV
I called a meeting with everyone I considered vital in the spacious conference room at the Packhouse. As I walked in, I found all the invitees already seated, murmuring to each other with a mixture of anticipation and concern. I took my place at the head of the long, polished table, scanning the anxious faces surrounding me. The weight of sleepless nights bore down on me, especially since Madison had disappeared, amplifying the urgency of our discussion given the dangers lurking in the fae world.
“Jordan,” I said, leaning forward and resting my hands on the cool surface of the table, “what have you found out from your contacts?” My voice remained steady, though an undercurrent of urgency was evident.
Jordan’s expression turned serious as he replied, “One of my contacts
