The council room of Silvercrest had always felt imposing. But today, it was suffocating.

The moment Arthur crossed the doorstep, every conversation died down.

The silence in the room was thick enough to slice with a knife. And beneath it, lay tension. Thick and unbearable tension.

The Alpha of Silvercrest strode in, his steps measured and controlled. His face was a mask of stone as he didn't even glance at anyone.

He felt all their curious gazes. He could practically sense the questions ...