Kane's POV
The day of the meeting with the Alphas finally came.
The council chamber smelled of dominance and tension. Twelve Alphas sat at the long carved table, each of them strong enough to command entire packs. Even without words, the air was filled with challenges. The Elders stood along the walls, watching in silence, judging every move.
Zack sat at my right, his jaw looking tight. Lucas sat on my left, looking like he owned the room even though half the Alphas present would gladly see his head roll. Together, the three of us carried the weight of our pack but I could feel the eyes measuring us, waiting for cracks.
Magnus of Ironfang, thickset and scarred from years of war, was the first to speak. His voice was gravel and steady.“We’ve handled rogues before but not like this, the
