The silence in the grand ballroom was absolute, save for the whisper of parchment fluttering to the polished marble floor. Dozens of allied Alphas, pack elders, and elite guards stared at the scattered documents as if they were venomous snakes.

Valeriana stood at

"Us?" Valeriana repeated. The word tasted like ash, yet she delivered it with a smile so sharp it could cut glass.

Kaelen took another step forward, his golden eyes shining with a desperate, pleading light. The heavy tension in the ballroom seemed to fade into the backg

The grand ballroom of the Bloodwood Pack was a graveyard of shattered crystal and heavy, suffocating silence.

Where there had once been the lively hum of allied Alphas, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the opulent celebration of Lyla Fawn’s ascension, there