CHAPTER 15Third POV

The letter came before dawn.

A silver seal pressed into dark wax. The mark of the Council.

Lucien knew what it meant even before the guard said a word.

“Alpha Summit, my lord.”

He took the letter anyway, turning it over in his hand. His wolf stirred, restless. These meetings never brought peace. Only politics, alliances, and old enemies smiling through teeth that wanted to bite.

He broke the seal and read.

Every Alpha must attend.

Every Alpha must bring their ...