KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The report in my hands trembled, a stark contrast to the steady beat of my heart. The words on the parchment blurred as I read them for the third time, each sentence more alarming than the last. Rising tensions among the packs. Whispers of secret alliances with The Black Faes. Cracks forming in our once-unbreakable unity.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. The scent of pine and earth filtered through the open window, grounding me. When I opened them again, determination ...