The pack house buzzed with stress. Every Alpha from the nearby territories sat around the massive oak table, their faces grim. Rowan's silver eyes swept across the room as he spoke about the recent threats on their borders.
Aria stood in the corner, trying to blend into the shadows.
She didn't belong here with these powerful leaders.
Her heart still ached from seeing Rowan's arm wrapped around Lyra's waist earlier.
"The rogues are getting bolder," Rowan said, his voice authoritative.
"We need to—" The lights flickered. Then died. Darkness swallowed the room whole.
A cold laugh echoed through the dark, making everyone's blood freeze. The sound was like broken glass scraping against stone.
"How lovely. A meeting of the most powerful Alphas in one place."
Aria's wolf stirred uncomfortably inside her chest. She knew that sound. It haunted her dreams. Purple flames suddenly burst to life around the room, leaving eerie shadows on the walls.
