Alpha Rhyker sat at the head of the table, his posture was rigid, and his jaw was tight. His heir, Kael, sat to his right. He was still pale and recovering; his father had insisted he attend the meeting against every healer’s warning.

Elder Harkin cleared his throat. “We begin with the matter of the rogue girl,” he said.

Kael’s entire body tensed.

Alpha Rhyker lifted one hand. “Her name is Korra.”

Harkin’s brow arched. “Names give weight, Alpha. Weight she has not yet ...