The war room hummed with tension as pack members filed in around me. I took my seat at the head of the table, acutely aware of the Luna Mark still glowing faintly on my shoulder—a constant reminder of last night's awakening.
Kael stood behind me, his hand resting protectively on my shoulder, steady and warm.
Marcus broke the silence first. "So. We're gonna talk about the elephant in the room?"
Garrett shot him a look. "Not how I'd phrase it, but yeah. What Vesper said last night... 'The King lives.' Everyone heard it."
Every pair of eyes in the room turned to Kael. I felt his hand tighten slightly on my shoulder—the only sign of tension in his otherwise composed demeanor.
"It's true," he said simply.
Chaos erupted.
"You're the Lycan King?"
"The actual King?"
"Holy s**t—"
"ENOUGH
