The Council chamber was buzzing with quiet discussion, councilors and pack leaders assembled in their usual seats, waiting for King Markus and his advisors to initiate the weekly public session. The atmosphere was calm but attentive, until suddenly, the heavy double doors of the council hall swung open with a booming force that startled everyone.
Alpha Tronel strode into the room with purpose, his face set in a hard, determined expression. His abrupt entrance cast an icy chill over the chamber as his gaze swept over the council members.
Azriel, seated, felt a surge of anger ripple through him. His wolf snarled within, bristling at the sight of the man who had been an ominous figure in the shadows for so long. But before Azriel could let his emotions take control, a steady mind-link from
