Lucas's POV

The video call screen flickers to life, revealing the familiar stern faces of the Supreme Council. Isabella Stellan sits at the center of the panel, her silver-streaked hair catching the harsh conference room lighting. Derek and Percival flank her, their expressions professionally neutral but watchful.

Logan adjusts the laptop on his desk while Moira settles into the chair beside me. The mate bond hums with her quiet strength.

"Alphas ...