(Lysander's POV)
I walked through the pack grounds. I'm heading straight to the council office. My mind is already prepared for what’s coming. I'm sure that the Elders will try to pressure me into accepting Rachelle and her child. They think they can control me, but they’re wrong. I have no intention of bending to their will.
Before I can reach the building, Beta Mid steps into my path. His face is pale, eyes darting around as if he’s afraid someone will hear him.
"Alpha Lysander, I'm sorry but I have something to tell you. Now," he says in a low voice.
I narrowed my eyes. "Make it quick."
He hesitated, glancing over his shoulder. "It’s about Rachelle. I know what the council is trying to do, but you can’t let it happen. I’ve seen—"
The doors to the council office swing open before h
