The dawn light filtered softly through the large windows of Jeffrey’s office, casting a faint glow on the scattered papers and maps cluttering his desk. He sat hunched over, elbows digging into the wooden surface, his head in his hands. His mind was a storm—rogue attacks, the council's demands, the uncertainty surrounding Kenneth, and now, the unsettling weight of responsibility pressing down on his pack. It was all becoming too much, and the pack’s future weighed heavily on his shoulders.
The door to the office creaked open, but Jeffrey didn’t look up. His thoughts were spinning too fast to focus on anything other than the turmoil brewing inside him.
Hannah stepped into the room, her movements soft and deliberate. Her eyes, usually calculating, held a hint of something softer today—anti
