The pack house buzzed with stress. Every Alpha from the nearby territories sat around the massive oak table, their faces grim. Rowan's silver eyes swept across the room as he spoke about the recent threats on their borders.

Aria stood in the corner, trying to blend into the shadows.

She didn't belong here with these powerful leaders.

Her heart still ached from seeing Rowan's arm wrapped around Lyra's waist earlier.

"The rogues are getting bolder," Rowan said, his voice ...