Chapter 163: Cracks in the Mask

Elira

Raised voices suddenly leaked through the heavy oak door of the meeting room. The sound hummed through the corridor, feeling like sharp thunder being tightly held within the stone walls.

Wane had confidently told me this urgent gathering was only about “council talk,” necessary strategy, or routine pack matters. But this did not sound routine at all. It sounded precisely like something vital was tearing apart violently.

I pressed my ear closer to the ...