ログインTHIRD POVThe council chamber remained heavy with silence after Elder Rowan’s last words, as though the very walls were holding their breath. Alec stood rigid at the head of the table, his jaw tight, his eyes hard with restrained defiance. For a moment, it seemed as though the discussion had reached its limit.Then another elder cleared his throat.He has hair nearly white. Slowly, he leaned forward, resting both hands on the table as he looked directly at Alec.“There is more,” he said quietly.Alec’s gaze snapped to him. “More what?” he asked, feeling more and more irritated by the minute.“More history,” the elder replied. “More reasons we hesitate.”Alec exhaled sharply through his nose but said nothing, gesturing for him to continue even though he didn't want to.The elder nodded once. “Years ago,” he began slowly. “long before you took your first shift, Blackridge hosted a gathering. Not a training. Not a negotiation. A celebration.”Several elders straightened, listening to
THIRD POVAlec let out a sharp, humorless laugh, the sound cutting through the tense silence that had settled over the council chamber.“So now this is suddenly unprecedented?” he demanded, pushing back slightly in his chair, his hands braced against the edge of the table. “Joint warrior training. Packs hosting other packs. Are we truly going to sit here and pretend this is something new?”None of the elders answered immediately.Alec scoffed and shook his head, irritation pouring freely now.“This has been happening since before I was born,” he continued, his voice growing louder with each sentence. “Before any of you even sat on this council. Packs have always trained together. Alliances were built that way. Strength was tested that way. And now—now that I decide to do it—it suddenly becomes reckless?”He spread his hands out in disbelief. “Now it’s dangerous. Now everyone wants to clutch their chests and warn me to be careful.”His eyes swept across the room, daring anyone to chall
THIRD POVFor a brief moment after Alec told them to proceed, no one spoke.The elders exchanged glances again, the kind of looks that carried far more meaning than words ever could.The silence stretched, thick, until finally one of the elders cleared his throat.“We have heard… rumors,” the elder began slowly, his tone measured but tense. “Word is spreading through the pack that Night Crescent intends to host the Blackridge pack for joint warrior training.”Alec blinked once.Then he let out a short breath, almost amused.“Oh,” he said casually. “That.”The reaction around the table was immediate. Several elders stiffened. One leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing.“Yes,” Elder Rowan said calmly, though even he looked concerned. “That.”Alec straightened a little in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “The Blackridge pack sent a letter,” he explained, his voice even, as if he were discussing something mundane. “They proposed joint training. I considered it, and I decided
THIRD POVThe moment Alec stepped fully into the council chamber, he felt it.The air was thick—heavy with tension, displeasure, and something dangerously close to open resentment.Every elder was already seated around the long oak table, their backs straight, their hands folded or clenched, their expressions dark and rigid. No one spoke. No one moved. Their eyes followed Alec in silence, and not a single one of them bothered to hide their anger.Alec resisted the urge to scoff out loud.What is wrong with these people? he thought irritably. Did they all wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?He took a few steps forward, boots echoing faintly against the floor, and stopped near the head of the table. His gaze swept over the elders slowly, as if daring someone to speak first.“Well,” Alec said at last, his tone clipped, edged with annoyance. “You requested a meeting.”Silence answered him.Not a single elder responded. A few of them shifted slightly in their seats.One elder s
THIRD POVBy the time Alec finished issuing orders to the maids and guards, his patience was hanging by a very thin thread.“Make sure the east wing is cleared and prepared,” he said firmly, his voice echoing through the corridor. “I want fresh linens, no reused rooms, and double security at every entrance. No mistakes.”“Yes, Alpha,” one of the guards replied immediately, bowing his head.“And tell the kitchen staff to prepare a formal reception,” Alec continued. “Nothing excessive, but nothing careless either. The Blackridge pack will be treated with respect.”The moment the words left his mouth, an angry scoff cut through the air.“I still don’t understand why you’re doing this.”Alec closed his eyes briefly. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.Amanda.She stood a few steps behind him, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face twisted in open irritation. She had been following him since, her footsteps sharp and her presence impossible to ignore.“I told you alrea
KIRA’S POVFor several seconds after Lydia finished speaking, I did not move.I stayed seated in front of her, my hands resting uselessly on my knees, my mind locked in a place somewhere between disbelief and dread. The room felt smaller than it had a few minutes ago, as though the walls had quietly crept inward while she was talking.The air itself felt heavier, pressing down on my chest.I had listened to countless confessions in my career. Trauma. Hallucinations. Repressed memories. Dissociation. I knew how to categorize stories, how to name them, how to place them neatly into diagnoses that made sense.This did not fit anywhere.Lydia sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped, eyes unfocused, like she had emptied herself out by telling me everything she had carried alone for so long. She looked exhausted in a way sleep could never fix.I swallowed hard and forced myself to breathe.“Lydia,” I said slowly, carefully, afraid that the wrong tone might shatter her. “I need to







