Kane’s POV
The day for the meeting with the Alphas came.
The council hall was already full when I entered. The air was thick with tension and the scent of too many wolves in one place pressed against me. The Alphas of the neighboring packs sat at the long stone table, some leaning back with crossed arms, others whispering low to their betas.
Zack and Lucas flanked me as I took my seat at the head. The weight of every eye in the room landed on me, waiting.
“We’ll begin,” I said, my voice carrying easily through the chamber. The murmurs stilled.
“You all know why I called you here again. The rogues aren’t scattered strays anymore, they’re organized. They’re moving supplies, forging weapons, this isn’t rumor or speculation. It’s fact.”
One of the older Alphas, Gray from Ironclaw, leaned
