Serena POV

A formal seal held the paper tight, like it was carrying more than words.

I didn’t touch it at first.

Something in me knew it would burn.

Lucien’s hand hovered over it, hesitation stiff in his jaw.

I caught the flicker of tension in his eyes, the tightness in his shoulders.

“This came from the Alpha Summit again,” he said, voice low, rough with sleep deprivation.

My pulse skipped.

The Summit. The same council that had ruled over packs for centuries, a place of power, ...