The tension in King Markus's office was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Asher stood by the window, his fists clenched, eyes flickering with the residual concern from the day's earlier events. His mind was racing with thoughts of Bella’s safety, the looming threats, and now, a sudden plan to take the fight to their enemies. The room was packed; everyone who had a stake in the unfolding situation was present. Tim and Dana, Bella’s adoptive parents, sat on a couch, their faces etched with worry and fatigue. Azriel, Lora, and Henry stood off to the side. Queen Kaia and her mate, Markus, were seated regally in two of the armchairs, Kaia’s eyes closed, gathering her energy for what was to come.
The door creaked open, and Bella stepped in, looking fragile but determined. The room fell silent
