KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The air in the grand hall crackled with a tension so thick it could have been cut with the ceremonial dagger at my hip. I had overseen the previous summits at the royal palace, each carefully orchestrated. But nothing had prepared me for Paul Biansky' s dirturbance -a werewolf I thought loyal to this pack and to me.

Taken aback, the leaders of both werewolf and human factions exchanged glances rife with suspicion and unease. Whispers slithered through the room like serpents ...