Brittany's POV

Avery calls me the next morning. Her voice is tight. Controlled. Angry.

"There's an elder council meeting in an hour. You need to know what's coming."

I sit up in bed. "Tell me."

"Elder Marcus is proposing that Rachel take over some pack responsibilities. Logistics. Childcare coordination. The stuff you used to handle."

My stomach drops. "On what grounds?"

"That you're too sick. That your ...