Kane’s POV
The council chamber smelled of smoke and incense, heavy enough to choke.
The elders were already seated around the long table when I entered, their robes of gray and silver marking their authority. Faces carved with years, eyes sharp as blades, men and women who had served this pack since before I was born.
I stepped to the center, shoulders squared. Lucas and Zack stayed outside.
“Alpha Kane,” Elder Rowan said, his tone formal, cautious. “You summoned us.”
“I did.” My voice echoed in the chamber, low and commanding. “It concerns my mate.”
A ripple of murmurs. Some exchanged glances, already knowing why I was here.
Elder Mirra leaned forward, her pale eyes gleaming. “We heard of the incident in the training grounds. Lightning striking from her body, warriors thrown aside
