Kieran's POV

The pack was fracturing.

I could feel it. Sense it. The division spreads like rot through wood.

Jackson stood in my office. Arms crossed. Expression grim. "We need to talk about the situation."

"Which situation?" I asked. Though I knew.

"Thessara," he said. "The pack is losing faith. In her. In you. In this whole arrangement."

My wolf snarled. Defensive. Territorial. "Explain."

"They don't trust her," Jackson said bluntly. "She's too human. Too connected to the ...