Madison’s POV
The council hall had always felt safe, like no one can harm or touch it. Ancient stone, carved with laws older than any pack now standing. The air is carrying a weight of restraint, a reminder that even alphas bowed here, not to power, but to balance. I had always believed nothing truly violent could happen within these walls.
I was wrong. Suddenly our bond tightened suddenly, not with fear but with warning. My hand curled instinctively around Austin’s sleeve as a low vibration moved through the hall, subtle at first, like a distant thunder.
“Austin,” I whispered. He was already tense. Then the doors exploded inward.
Stone shattered. Wood fractured. The wards screamed as they collapsed under brute force and forbidden magic. Wolves poured in, slaves, loyalists, armed force
