The room remained silent, thick with tension. Jeffrey sat at the head of the table, staring at the wood beneath his hands, his mind racing through the tangled web of deceit that surrounded them. He could feel the weight of his pack’s future bearing down on him, and it gnawed at his chest like a festering wound. The illusion of Kenneth in the prison cell haunted him, and the unease in his packmates’ eyes told him that they all knew something wasn’t right.
Suddenly, Jeffrey broke the silence, his voice firm but quiet. “We need tighter protocols in the pack. We can’t afford to let anything slip through the cracks. Not with the council watching us, and especially not with Hannah lurking around.”
Liam, standing near the window, nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Whatever we’re dealing with,
